Hammering pulse "“ bloodshed eyes
Restless thoughts "“ sleepless nights
Out of reach "“ out of mind
Restoration, medication time
This is the confession of a man who admits
I can't complete this
This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it
I'm way beyond your reach
This comes from a mon who is about to pass out
I cannot hear you shout
This soul's lost and it will never once again be found
"˜Cause there are no rebounds in the final round
Push push push push push it
Stretch it a little more
Faster than before
Gotta reach the call
Gotta climb the wall
Last man to fall
Still missed it all
This is the confession of a man who admits
I can't complete this
This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it
I'm way beyond your reach
This comes from a mon who is about to pass out
I cannot hear you shout
This soul's lost and it will never once again be found
All these creepy smiles
Glancing down the aisle
all god's graciousness deprived