unease,
it sits at the back of my tongue,
it\'s spilling into my throat,
unease, unease,
it constantly chokes me,
even in my wildest dreams,
unease, unease, unease,
I can\'t ever shake the feeling,
that one of something cold and bile staining my tongue,
unease, unease, unease, unease,
it\'s all I\'ve ever known,
and it\'ll forever continue to stain my tongue