Tekst
Out of step and out of touch
With the world that led me deeper in
A conscious state of unrest
Everything we possess
Passes through in time
Like fleeting thoughts inside our mind
Always, Always under duress
Always, always under duress
And it never seems to end
Three, four times a week
I think
Things start to look bleak
At the end of my rope
Don't think I can cope
Don't think I can cope
Don't think I can cope with it
Always, always under duress
Anxious, nervous, detached from myself
Always, always under duress
And it never seems to end
Find the strength within myself
I find the strength within myself
Find the strength within myself
I find the strength within myself
Actions mirroring that of grim depravity
Leading me to a constant state of disarray
Actions mirroring grim depravity
Leading me to a constant state of disarray
Disarray!
I'm in disarray
In disarray
Disarray
I'm in Disarray
In Disarray
Circle back
Back to the start
To find where it all
Went wrong
Looking, looking for the answers
To all the questions
That i possess
So I can
Shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door
Then I can move on from this