I think i'm drowning - asphyxiated.
I wanna break this spell that you've created,
you're something beautiful- a contradiction
I wanna play the game, i want the friction.

You will be the death of me.

I wanted freedom, bound and restricted.
I tried to give you up but i'm addicted,
now that you know i'm trapped - sense of elation,
you'd never dream of breaking this fixation!

You will squeeze the life out of me

Bury it, i won't let you bury it, i won't let you smother it, i won't let you murder it.
But our time is running out, our time is running out.
You can't push it underground and you can't stop it screaming out.
How did it come to this?