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

And ohh too much, its in my soul dont let it show
And ohh too much, its in my head dont let it grow again

As Im walking Im breathless, Id welcome clarity
My final excitement was failing to agree
Then youll get carried away
The drama is all too near...

And ooh too much, its in my soul dont let it show
And ooh, too much, its in my head dont let it grow again

(chorus repeated....)