Slow down Those words mean nothing My brain just revs up faster Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight ♪ Ecstatic pathways run away, flood my mind Overstimulation makes me feel like I'm alive Oh, I wish there was a way that I could sing these lines A million miles a minute, maybe then I could begin to feel like They could keep up With the semi-automatic static that's keeping me up It drives me forward every moment Makes sure I don't stop too long to Smell the flowers I've been here too long I might burn up and explode Slow down Those words mean nothing My brain just revs up faster Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight I get in the way of myself And it hurts to admit That sometimes I'm unequipped To handle It all on my own But why do it alone You might burn out and explode Slow down Those words mean nothing My brain just revs up faster Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight I'm at the end of my means (end of my means) From idolizing a made-up man who one day could be me (one day could be me) But does that version sleep at night Or ever take a minute just to breathe? Or just to be? (One, two, three, four) Slow down Those words mean nothing My brain just revs up faster Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight Slow down Those words mean nothing My brain just revs up faster Pressure bomb in a goddamn knife fight