Stress
Breaking my back
Pulse is stuttering
Pressure mental attack
My thoughts clattering
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
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
Before 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
Before it escapes thee
Watch yourself drown in disarray
It's time to break away
Or we'll die today
