Oh God, I feel my breathing again
And everything's pumping back and forward my friend
But I can't describe how it never stops
Everything's wrong, everything has to pop
But that's alright
My head, my face is numbing again
And all of my fingers, arms and shoulders are drained
But I can't refrain from the devil's vice
Everything lost, everything has a price
But that's alright
Expedestrians take a bow (that's what gets in the way)
Even though you think it's hardly a pain
Going through the motions have me reeling again
And I can't describe how the panic hurts
Everything's wrong, everything goes beserk
But that's alright
Expedestrians take a bow (that's what gets in the way)