Hammering pulse a bloodshed eyes
Restless thoughts a sleepless nights
Out of reach a out of mind
Restoration, medication
time
This is the confession of a man who admits
I canat complete this
This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it
Iam
way beyond your reach
This comes from a mon who is about to pass out
I cannot hear you shout
This soulas lost and it will never
once again be found
aCause 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 canat complete this
This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it
Iam way beyond your
reach
This comes from a mon who is about to pass out
I cannot hear you shout
This soulas lost and it will never once again be
found
All these creepy smiles
Glancing down the aisle
all godas graciousness deprived
