Stalemate Pressure lyrics

Feel like there's dirt in my mind Those answers are hard to find Head in hands and trembling fists A time schedule Stalemate pressure The worst of you has become your treasure Fall into a fissure The blue devil you now nurture So what has become of those innocent years Were they really there? A sound you hear, miss to hear Bury me in lies and coat me in black Deep dark hole from which I never come back Stalemate pressure The worst of you has become your treasure Fall into a fissure The blue devil you now nurture Stalemate pressure What was thriving now, has turned to ashes Fall into a fissure A lost future before your eyes flashes