Stress, breaking my back
Pulse is stuttering
Pressure, mental attack
My thoughts cluttering
Beating this dead horse
Is exhausting
Heartbreaking
To see my hand shaking
I"m knee-deep in the dead
Still waiting
Still waiting in this
This well-called life
Nervousness halting all will
Forcing apathy
Anxiety an aching chill
Hammering down me
Beating this dead horse
Is exhausting
Heartbreaking
To see my hand shaking
I"m knee-deep in the dead
Still waiting
Still waiting in this
This well-called life
Tread the floods
So you can hope to seize
Your own reality
(Be)fore it escapes thee
Watch yourself drown in disarray
It"s time to break away
Or we’ll die today
[Solo: Corey]
Stress
Breaking my back
Pulse is stuttering
Pressure mental attack
My thoughts clattering
Nervousness halting all will
Forcing apathy
Anxiety an aching chill
Hammering down me
Beating this dead horse is exhausting
Heartbreaking to see my hand"s shaking
I"m knee-deep in the dead, still wading
still wading in this, this well called life
Tread the floods
so you can hope to seize
Your own reality
(Be)fore i
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t escapes thee
Watch yourself drown in disarray
It"s time to break away
Or we’ll die today
Stress, breaking my back
Pulse is stuttering
Pressure, mental attack
My thoughts cluttering
Beating this dead horse
Is exhausting
Heartbreaking
To see my hand shaking
I"m knee-deep in the dead
Still waiting
Still waiting in this
This well-calle
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