Pressure Lyrics


Every day, we're put down

They want us so

All of our future, in the little hands of a poor mind

But my attitude is my salvation,

You’re wrong, son of a bitch!

I'm still alive!

Every night, bring me anguish of one more day past

Every night, I should scream, shout in silence

I'm still alive...

Despised thoughts,

My disoriented opinion

Alive!