Letra de Starved Of The Pressure

Turning the blind eye To the pseudo-judicial spies Too safe and too fine You make me wanna fucking die I can now seem to find the time To psychoanalyse To chin check the meek I try to rationalise Nylon tethered to burning flesh Or a 12 gauge shotgun Straight to the goddamn chest Fated to suffer You will know another Rise Through the ranks of pain I am starved Of the pressure I am starved You didn't deliver Motherfucker My ghost will be clean Of hopes dreams and memories Of what could have been Neurologically altered To work best Are you up to the fucking test I am starved Of the pressure I am starved You didn't deliver Motherfucker Peeling back the rusted flesh Sensory overload cognitive distress I've got nothing left to lose got nothing left Coursing through this framework life's a fucking test So hands up bitch Let's see your best Take a shot at me Let me break it down for the dumb fucks