From Morning Made to Evening Laid

Blurring vision
 A brain in bits
 I need escape from this mess I've made inside my brain
 Cause I am frightened all the time
 Of losing life, limbs, love, life, limbs, love
 Of losing my mind
 We're all sown from splitting bones
 With the frailest of fabrics to keep us whole
 So it's no wonder
 Our brains are failing
 When there's a constant hum, a dance, a drum inside
 Anxiety keeps the frailest bits of me locked in a tin
 Shakes them about and brings me an all consuming fright
 It is wild
 How we grow
 Fraying our seams apart for show
 Sown back together in the dark
 So we don't know what's in or up or down or out
 Anxiety keeps the frailest bits of me locked in a tin
 Shakes them about and brings me an all consuming fright