Always, sometimes, always seems to be 
Chaos, crisis, always feeds off me, 
Then you'll get carried away, 
The trauma is all too real. 

And ohh too much, it's in my soul don't let it show 
And ohh too much, it's in my head don't let it grow again 

As I'm walking I'm breathless, I'd [bad word] clarity 
My final excitement was failing to agree 
Then you'll get carried away 
The drama is all too near... 

And ooh too much, it's in my soul don't let it show 
And ooh, too much, it's in my head don't let it grow again