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