Ipocondria

Now what will I do?
For sure I'll die here
In this crappy hotel, not at my home
Left arm hurts
Anxiety goes up and down
Dry mouth, the tachycardia has started

And now what will I do?
I'm sure I'll die
In this crappy room, not at my home
The air hunger rises
Anxiety grows and hurts
Dry mouth, the tachycardia has started

Uo-oh, it's just hypochondria
Uo-oh, this nostalgia of mine
Uo-oh, but it's just hypochondria
Uo-oh, this melancholy
I watch fate knocking on the doors
I have anxiety rising, I feel it stronger
My heart beats to the rhythm of death: I have a pathology

But now what will I do?
I'm sure I'll die
In this crappy room, not at my home
Left arm hurts
Anxiety goes up and down
Dry mouth, the tachycardia has started

And now what will I do?
For sure I'll die here
In this crappy hotel, not at my home
The air hunger rises
Anxiety grows and hurts
Dry mouth, the tachycardia has started

Uo-oh, it's just hypochondria
Uo-oh, this nostalgia of mine
Uo-oh, but it's just hypochondria
Uo-oh, this melancholy