Fiending (Blank Out)

Fortune favors the bold
Lonely son with no one to hold
Time slipping away
Never enough hours in the day

59 will be my resting place
Watch the city crumbling away
Mind is Stuck in attack
Can't slow down can't go back

Chasing, and chasing, and chasing I'm fiending
Chasing and chasing and chasing, believe me
This has to stop
I need to get off

Life passes my eyes
Every glimmer makes me die
Looking for the way out
Trapped in life's roundabout

Spiraling deeper
Answers aren't clearer
What choice will I make
When will the camel's back finally start to break?