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 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'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 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 wading still wading 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