Stress, breaking my back
Pulse is stuttering
Pressure, mental attack
My thoughts cluttering

Beating this dead horse
Is exhausting
Heartbreaking
To see my hands 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 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 it escapes thee
Watch yourself drown in disarray
It's time to break away
Or well 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 it escapes thee
Watch yourself drown in disarray
It's time to break away
Or well die today