I'm running fast
Pumping on the gas

The chalice is half full
The past wont catch me
Assing around

Asking around like I need a Navman
My path is apparent
Transparent plans

Arrogance is in my hands
I can't stand the sound
Of a wall you can't break

But they're sporadic
Panic or chill
The Titanic was real

I'm the king of the world
But bound to get killed
It's getting cold and hard like ice

Lonely, roaming guy
Hoping I don't choke
Floating but I can't fly

Soaking sorrow
In Potent salt water
Only a quarter of the slaughter

I would get if I slide
Slightly to the right
Off my

Track
The weight on my back is
Cracking my spine

Bones are older
Now I got a chip on my shoulder
I'm no soldier, I'm a man

Cut me some slack
I'm like a backpacker off track
Following tracks

That lead me to the black ops
Flak
For not attacking the right way

My mind says go back
Abandon mission and replay
But then I lose headway

I cant save this game
Wrong choice, wrong move
And boom, arrivederci

My head says run
My heart shouts never
There's a fork in the road

And I'm feeling the pressure

(Chorus)

I'm feeling the pressure
I'm feeling the pressure
I'm feeling the pressure

Get the beretta
I'm gunning down never


The tension is immense
My attention's spent
I have blunt my pencil

And I cannot vent
When my mentions are unmentioned
Detention sets

Corrections are correct
But independence went
AWOL the day I laid it all

Out on the table
I was stable
But leading fast to disabled

I say it all
But ladles scoop out my abil-ity
Diddy little things

Taint my fables
I break from the cables
Controlling my limbs

To win but then things
Begin sinking %#@!
Hits the fan
I was a man with answers
Now a man that answers

With a fake cold grin
To Merlin and his caldron
Mixing his pot of tricks in
Whistling dixy
Like they couldn't give vicks

To help me breath easy
Release me please
Im on my knees
Coz you've killed all my energy
Not pleading

Never even on my last breath
Til death coz pride
It's all I have left
My chest is still beating
My veins still bleed

My eyes still see the vultures
Picking at graves steeling
I'm heaving
Coz I am sick of this weather
Better times are alive
Just gotta find the treasure

My head says run
My heart shouts never
There's a fork in the road
And I'm feeling the pressure

(Chorus)
I'm feeling the pressure

I'm feeling the pressure
I'm feeling the pressure
Get the beretta
I'm gunning down never

I need anonymity
For a minute

Coz everything in it
Is inundated with debates
And the weight is infinite
There's no limit to the hits given
Its inevitable, pebbles
Cause ripples and tip over vessels
Heavens essence

The retention of adolescence
In lessons you learn
But never punished for missing
I'm a peasant, a pleasant peasant
But a peasant never the less
I never was superman wrestling
Lessening under stress

I'm like a messenger
A passenger pressing the bell
I never was aggressive
But it's messy and petty I fell
Into a repetitive sedative
Zombie like status
Hating all the fake makers

Taking away what made us
Individuals residual traits
Invisible erased
Ridicule all tastes
If it didn't relate
It's never too late to change
The range is endless
Sentenced to a penance
A control of menace
Manners vanish, chivalry banished
Wanked up the brick work
Stability through loyalty
Yanked from it's words
I once heard someone say
The day is yours
Don't obey the laws
If you're not happy with the way it pours
You can divorce all the !@^%s
That $#&@ %#@!
Rip the core from the floor
And explore to succeed
My head says leave
My heart shouts never
There's a fork in the road
And I'm feeling the pressure

(Chorus)
I'm feeling the pressure
I'm feeling the pressure
I'm feeling the pressure
Get the beretta
I'm gunning down never