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 man who is about to pass out   (I cannot hear you shout)      This soul?s lost and it will never once again be found   ?Cuz there are no rebounds in the final round   Push push push push push it   Stretch a little more, faster than before      Gotta reach the call   Gotta climb the wall   Last man to fall   Still missed it all      All these creepy smiles   Glancing down the aisle   All God?s graciousness deprived