THE QUEST, THE STRESS
THE PRESSURE OF 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, OH
THIS MESS I’M IN
I’LL EIHER SINK OR SWIM
MY HOPE IS GROWING DIM
WONDER THIS COULD 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 LOOSE CONTROL