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My nerves are shot, the pressure's on |
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It's too much, I can't respond |
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The sky is falling, the ground bursts |
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My head is pounding, my life is cursed |
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We're burning out, no end in sight |
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The treadmill's infinite |
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That's how it seems each waking moment |
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No place for me to go |
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Now it's like walking on hot coals |
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I'm lost in space |
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I feel demand outstrip my pace |
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I see the stares of faces blank |
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No more living for the chase |
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My knees are week, the days drag on |
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Same old thing, here and gone |
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More anger floods my words and thoughts |
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The wrong way to react yet nothing changes |
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They still turn their back |
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No place for me to go |
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Now it's like walking on hot coals |
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I'm lost in space |
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I feel demand outstrip my pace |
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I see the stares of faces blank |
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No more living for the chase |
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Absent is empathy |
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When there's nothing to believe |
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It's all for one and none for all |
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Doing battle in the urban sprawl |
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My hands shake, my vision is blurred |
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Don't ask again, I can't be sure |
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Rain is slamming hard against my face |
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It's pouring down in sheets |
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My energy's gone, spent in defeat |
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No place for me to go |
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Now it's like walking on hot coals |
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I'm lost in space |
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I feel demand outstrip my pace |
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I see the stares of faces blank |
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No more living for the chase |