My vision's clouded, the sun is dark

I've lost my way, I've lost my mark

Chased by something in another way

Hoping to see the light or another day



Getting, getting, getting

In my way

Broad horizons, but my skies are gray



Getting, getting, getting

In my way

Don't know what it is, but it ain't gonna stay



Blind punches, invisible blows

My patience shortens, my temper grows

I'm taking over, I'm not myself

I'm tired of the cards I'm being dealt



Pissed-off as I should

I can't do all that I know I could

The things I see have different shapes

I can't remember what it takes