Oh God, I feel my breathing again And everything's pumping back and forward my friend But I can't describe how it never stops Everything's wrong, everything has to pop But that's alright My head, my face is numbing again And all of my fingers, arms and shoulders are drained But I can't refrain from the devil's vice Everything lost, everything has a price But that's alright Expedestrians take a bow (that's what gets in the way) Even though you think it's hardly a pain Going through the motions have me reeling again And I can't describe how the panic hurts Everything's wrong, everything goes beserk But that's alright Expedestrians take a bow (that's what gets in the way)