What Comes Next? Worriers

[Verse 1]
It’s not the cause, it’s a symptom
It’s a bruise that stays till you will it away
Nothing new, came before my time
There’s a lot to unlearn, get out before it burns
From deep in my guts to the back of my throat
Getting the sense that the game has been thrown
Easy to blame as you watch the unraveling
Easy to see what you want at the time

[Chorus]
As the world sings its final refrain
Between give up and never again
I have all the luck I need
All the luck I need

[Verse 2]
Granted a wish, what’d it be?
Spare me the bullshit of food and world peace
Rushing toward the wall at full speed
Sit back and watch you forget the real enemy
Rational when there’s no consequence
Why be afraid, you can BS your way
Mess with a hive that you least expect
As I quietly scream “get your hands off of me”