Letra de Stressed

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