BMTH

It's like an avalanche, I feel myself go under 'Cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck I never stood a chance, my heart has frozen over And I feel like I am treading on thin ice And I'm going under I need a cure for me, 'cause the square doesn't fit the circle Give me a remedy, 'cause my head wasn't wired for this world I need a cure for me, 'cause the square doesn't fit the circle Give me a remedy, 'cause my head wasn't wired for this world