Intoxication – driven 'cross the border
Dissarray – a mind out of order
Everything is so much colder
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Alone – got nowhere to lean
Echoes of an empty room
Silence – noone hears the screams
No way to stop impending doom
I try to keep it upbeat
Try to stay on my feet
But I keep going down
I can't take another round
Adding – more weight to these shoulders
Piling – 'till they break my back
Making – impossible demands
Taking its toll – corroding my soul
Suffer – under heavy strains
Crack – under pressure and weight
Falling – falling, falling...
Falling deeper and deeper away