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 welcome 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



(chorus repeated....)




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