Pressure

Dawn, sun, breathe
The warmth, care and need
It goes away this week

Turmoil increase
Forever inside
The pressure won't subside

Dusk, fog, sigh
It weighs on your eyes
Just settle on more time

I look around for a way out
Dystopic sights erase my psyche
Visions of you eclipse my mind
Shrouded pressure equals demise

Somethings got a grip of me
Im marching to a rhythm
Of your beat

Somethings got a grip of me
Im marching to a rhythm
Of your beat

Someone relieve the pressure

Reap the pressure
Be the beacon
Take the energy to see them
Force away your good intentions
Display all your worst complexion

Reap the pressure
Be the beacon
Take the energy to see them
Force away your good intentions
Display all your worst complexion



Credits
Writer(s): David Barratt, Bonomo, Scott
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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