Building Pressure
So heavy so heavy
Controlled demolition ready
Those towers fell
Like they knew I was
Underneath
Did nothing did nothing
I wanted to feel something
This faceless grey thing
Cascading
The weight hits me
Goes down goes down
The scapegoat wears the crown
Crushed head
Deathbed
You never could be lead
So heavy so heavy
I've never been so ready
You'd want to stand back
And look upon sacrifice
Did nothing did nothing
What are you scared or something?
You'd want to cover
Your eyes as the weight hits me
Goes down goes down
With all your friends around
Hacksaw
Breaks jaw
You're twenty stories tall
They call that building pressure
They call that building pressure
What you feel before you go
Pull up a chair
You can see it all from here
And what a nasty way to die it woulda' been
Did nothing did nothing
I wanted to feel something
This faceless grey thing cascading
The weight hits me
And what a beautiful way to go it woulda' been
Goes down goes down
The scapegoat wears the crown
He wants it all
To crush everything small
They call that building pressure
What you feel before you go
Forces too great to measure
Forces greater than you know
And what a nasty way to die it woulda' been
Controlled demolition ready
Those towers fell
Like they knew I was
Underneath
Did nothing did nothing
I wanted to feel something
This faceless grey thing
Cascading
The weight hits me
Goes down goes down
The scapegoat wears the crown
Crushed head
Deathbed
You never could be lead
So heavy so heavy
I've never been so ready
You'd want to stand back
And look upon sacrifice
Did nothing did nothing
What are you scared or something?
You'd want to cover
Your eyes as the weight hits me
Goes down goes down
With all your friends around
Hacksaw
Breaks jaw
You're twenty stories tall
They call that building pressure
They call that building pressure
What you feel before you go
Pull up a chair
You can see it all from here
And what a nasty way to die it woulda' been
Did nothing did nothing
I wanted to feel something
This faceless grey thing cascading
The weight hits me
And what a beautiful way to go it woulda' been
Goes down goes down
The scapegoat wears the crown
He wants it all
To crush everything small
They call that building pressure
What you feel before you go
Forces too great to measure
Forces greater than you know
And what a nasty way to die it woulda' been
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Writer(s): Joey Quinn
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