Stop don't panic

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'My head's under pressure baby, life feels the same, like a suicidal incubator cooking my brain. There's a sonic infiltrator making the strain, as I navigate high-pressure situations with no disdain. Stop, don't panic, it's just a thing I do, not so tragic, nothing to cling to. Feeling like a tiger in a cage, plagued by fear, how to halt this raging inner frontier? Not so composed about my own route, ready to flip the switch and take flight without doubt. It's just a thing I do, no need to grasp onto, simply a part of me to see through. Stop, it's just a thing I do, no need to clutch, just push on through. It's just a thing I do, nothing to cling to, a mantra to carry me through. Stop, it's just a thing I do, nothing to hold, just keep pushing through. It's just a thing I do, no need to cling, just let it flow.'