| It starts with a pressure on your chest
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| You pretend to be blessed
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| Does anybody understand
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| What it means to be stressed
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| I confess I didn’t know
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| It came slightly and slow
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| What a creepy freak show
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| I touch my head, hell no
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| I hold two fingers against my head, Bang bang
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| It’s like a million tons of bullshit
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| Fall down on your head, it’s like being dead
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| You say you handle this shit, but at last the
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| The pressure rises up to the top
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| The sand runs through the hourglass
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| Work, work faster but never less
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| A gun in the neck without a trigger
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| Boost the will to work makes the valet bigger
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| I hold two fingers against my head bang bang
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| Just one bullet, to escape the ache bang bang
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| I used to be lazy
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| I’m falling into a motherfucking frenzy oh
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| Panic makes shit worse not easy
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| This pace makes me crazy
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| I hold two fingers against my head, Bang bang
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| I can barely remember how it all started
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| All this pressure makes me fucking retarded
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| I was so happy with my head in the clouds
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| But the real life pushes my face to the ground
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| The sand runs through the hourglass
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| Work, work faster but never less
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| A gun in the neck without a trigger
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| Boost the will to work makes the valet bigger
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| I hold two fingers against my head
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| I hold two fingers against my head bang bang
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| Just one bullet, to escape the ache bang bang
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit
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| I just wanna quit cuz it doesn’t fit |