Pressure

Optical Faze

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Pressure. move into the pressure now.
My feet stuck to the ground
Sorrows are made by wars that we all gave up
Inaccurate reactions
Tomorrow is coming

I bit my flesh.
I tore my skin.
All the blood i’ve lost.
I won’t get hurt

Conform
Dissolving eroding what i build
Fantasy justifying me and my self destruction
I can’t take it no more.

Living in the storm.
Even trying to walk.
Also had my chance.
Throw everything away. throw everything away.

Pressure blows my head
I can even think, suffering is nothing.
We’ll mark the time with our bitterness.
With our bitterness.

We live in different worlds.
We risk our lives
End is an option you should consider
You should consider a bullet in your fucking face

Pressure blows my head
I can even think, suffering is nothing.
We’ll mark the time with our bitterness.
With our bitterness.