Freeze
Cold gazes on me, it makes it hard to breathe I may have stepped up to way too many things I can feel every ounce of talent leaving me It ensnared my head, clinging like disgusting little fleas My brain has rotten until it's green Alone I operate like a machine, yet throw me on stage and then watch the Fight, Flight, and Freeze.
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