Holding on, you keep holding on. To the things you love, you just carry on. It's like amnesia as the days roll on. This shadow over everyone. Which side are you on.
When the pressure is coming down on you. When it's time for them to pull you through. When this thing has got a hold on you. When you feel this place is almost through.
I need you like a hole in the head.. When you're near my blood runs wild and I see red. On going situations start to grip. And all my life, you won't stop giving me your jipp.
Seeing is believing, I have seen these things before. Hold a conversation, pick yourself up off the floor. Destination nowhere, but the truth is close at hand.