Lyrics Presser Diamond Co. - Teddy Hyde

Presser Diamond Co.

The steel hands in which coal is pressed are
Akin to those on a gold rolex
Without the role of a closing gap
I’ll grow old at the bowl-o-mat
All my coulds can’t adapt to cans if
I’ve got the goods but I lack demand
If I wait for the push of a passive hand
My greatest works will be accidents
But I’m no pro crow, I can only wing it for so long
When I’m low on coal I skip the shipments and go home
I’ll lay and shift in the blaze
If I’m unwilling to praise-
Pressure!
What will be left of my breadcrumb trail?
The P. S. to my flesh E-mail
The brief message my headstone wears
Best be worth all the breath I’ve snared
Are these gems why I don’t fear death?
‘Cause I’ll descend into broken breath
My bones are but local guests
But my soul will be sold and kept
Pressure!
Pressure!
Oh, crush me, oh, crush me, oh crush me alive ‘til I live!
Oh, I’ll let my body die
If my diamonds can survive
Forever
No pressure