Mad Caddies

I feel the heat, the fire that burns
Deep in my soul, as this hell-ride returns
No one around to hear me cry out
Open my mouth, but I can't make a sound
I feel the weight of the world sometimes
Hanging on my head, whoa
Look for the light of this tunnel once again
I'm talking bout the right state of
The right state of
The right state of your mind
Fear for the worst, I can't catch my breath
My heart beats to the sound of unrest
Pulse racing high, my thoughts are so low
Reach out my hand, but there's no one to hold