Текст песни Pressure

Pressure. move into the pressure now. My feet stuck to the ground Sorrows are made by wars that we all gave up Inaccurate reactions Tomorrow is coming I bit my flesh. I tore my skin. All the blood i’ve lost. I won’t get hurt Conform Dissolving eroding what i build Fantasy justifying me and my self destruction I can’t take it no more. Living in the storm. Even trying to walk. Also had my chance. Throw everything away. throw everything away. Pressure blows my head I can even think, suffering is nothing. We’ll mark the time with our bitterness. With our bitterness. We live in different worlds. We risk our lives End is an option you should consider You should consider a bullet in your fucking face Pressure blows my head I can even think, suffering is nothing. We’ll mark the time with our bitterness. With our bitterness.