• Infinite Pressure
    Late nights
    Hold the presure
    Of the day ahead
    The days ahead
    Hold the pressure
    From yesturday
    While yesturday
    Vanishes out of my mind forever
    So I ask
    Where does the pressure go
    Good thing I asked
    Since the pressure
    Is building up
    Gaining on me
    So I run
    Run faraway
    Even though it surely will come back to haunt me
    Making death the only escape
    So I don't escape
    But stand still
    Take the pressure
    With the pain
    And let it all out
    So I cry in misery
    In lonieless
    In fear
    In strength
    And let go
    I wipe the pressure away
    As easily as I wiped away yesturday
    And led on my life
    Which most defintely will only lead to more pressure!