THE QUEST, THE STRESS
THE PRESSURE FOR SUCCESS
OBSESSED I GUESS
EMPTINESS IS ALL THAT'S LEFT
ONE VOICE INSIDE
TELLS ME THAT I CAN FLY
ONE ON THE OTHER SIDE
TELLS ME RUN AND HIDE
SHOUTING TO MY SOUL... LET GO
THIS MESS I'M IN
I'LL EITHER SINK OR SWIM
MY HOPE IS GROWING DIM
WONDER COULD THIS BE THE END?
THE MORE I THINK
THE DEEPER DOWN I SINK
THE FEAR I'M TRYING TO DRINK
COMES BACK UP AGAIN
SHOUTING TO MY SOUL
WHAT I ALREADY KNOW
TIME TO LOSE CONTROL
LET GO
