Autophobic

Panic, Panic, What's going on?
Everything is going wrong!
Help me god, let me be
Hell me god, help me see
(Help me god, help me see)
I love the scratches and burns
You still make my stomach churn
How far must you go?
I think of your every return
And someday I hope they will learn
Every nights, a different tale
Some I'll laugh and some ill wail
Autophobic is no fun
I'm glad I'm not the only one
(Glad I'm not the only one)
I love the scratches and burns
You still make my stomach churn
How far must you go?
I think of your every return
And someday I hope they will learn