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 wating
still wating 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 wating
still wating 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 wating
still wating 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

by Ralph Style