What music?

Panicked by the feeling,
That’s pushing in and out.
What are you doing with your hands?
You’re filling me with doubt.
I’m steadily starting to feel scared.
I don’t know what’s going on.
What was that moment you just shared?
One eye feels blind.
Only one can see.
Which one’s right?
The right one’s left.
On me.
Rabid thoughts and a raging fire.
That’s what you’re portraying to me.
Why are you going at such a fast pace?
Slow down, slow down.
Turned over, lying in bed.
Are you sure you’re not dead?
Do you hear what I’m saying?
In this direct sunlight.
There has been a new twist.
The plot has been burden kissed.
By rancid acid, rightful rain.
The truth will not refrain,
This time.