Testo di Pressure

Every day, we're put down. They want us so. All of our future, in the little hands of a poor mind. But my attitude is my salvation, you're wrong, son of a bitch! I'm still alive!! Every night, bring me anguish of one more day past. Every night, I should scream, shout in silence. I'm still alive... Despised thoughts, my distortioned opinion. ALIVE!!