Gut Sick Companion

Seconds away from uncertain damage,
My fear rang like a megaphone that all my personalities could hear
Right before my eyes.
Seconds away from (Let me out, Let me out) irreparable damage.
(Locked in Hell) Summer dried the brine.
The helpless seem to burn up with the nest

Give me a knife to cut pain from neck.
Give me a bullet for pain in head.
Give me nothing these selfish days
I'd give a kingdom just to hear you say:
"You're not alone, I am here for you.
I surely notice each day makes sense in such inspiring ways"

Seconds away from certain damage.
Seconds away from...