Time, the rhythm and pace of the heart Memories lining the walls Left to an endless withdrawal Skin, the tip of the surgical knife Splitting our minds to the core Thrown to the hospital floor Yeah we better act fast The patient is about to pass The patient is about to drop The patient is about to lose sensation, now This could be the final stage Patient is about to break We can't fight the sedatives much longer Time, the pulse and the clock on the wall The vigil is starting again Hours are turning to days Now, only the echo remains Roaming the hallways at night Paging the doctors in white Yeah we better act fast The patient is about to pass The patient is about to drop The patient is about to lose sensation, now This could be the final stage Patient is about to break We can't fight the sedatives much longer Yeah we better act fast The patient is about to pass The patient is about to drop The patient is about to lose sensation, now This could be the final stage Patient is about to break We can't fight the sedatives much longer, now Always on the brink of chaos Always on the brink of ruin Always on the verge of slowly bleeding out This could be the final stage Patient is about to break We can't fight the sedatives much longer