"I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can't breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It's like I'm in flight
High of the love
Drunk from my hate
It's like I'm huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I suffocate (...)" Eminem