| I know I put this pressure on you
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| To deal with and accept my being
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| And the darkness that sometimes leak
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| Through the cracks of my skull
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| That slow grimy shadow
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| Like oil spill from a sinking ship
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| Still breathing and conscious
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| Stare through a stranger’s eyes
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| Devoured and sedated
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| Slow motion muted cries
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| Now I need to put some pressure on myself
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| Put some flesh on these bones in my mouth
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| Rearrange these fragments in my head
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| Ignite those dreams with a few bolts of lightning
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| The spirit seeks to be a hammer
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| That forge the future as it glows
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| The mind curls like an anvil
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| To take the fiery blows
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| The heart will sing of danger
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| The brave and reckless call
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| Set sail towards a distant shore
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| Misgiving memories lurk
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| In the darkest pitfalls of the soul
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| Like an anchor hauler across the ocean floor
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| I put this pressure on you
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| To deal with and accept my being
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| Now I need to put some pressure on myself
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| Burn the oil, ignite the dream |