Reaching to the back of mind Shifting in and out of time Fear overcoming my senses Point of intensity increasing Dreaming, forbidden anxiety
Pressure builds, suffocate Smothered by a feeling unable to control it Smaller than a needle's eye Pressure builds....distortion
Sickened mind, mirage or reality Gonna break, I'm gonna break Open mind, door closing fast on me Gonna break, well I'm gonna break
Unending descending transcending my soul Weight of the world's distortion
Weight of the world's pain
Bow down, bow down, bow down to
Punching through the other side Paralyzed, kneeling, unable to control it Bigger than all space and time Pressure builds....distortion
The pressure's getting to me And I can't do much about it, you know? Sometimes I just sit around the house Looking at these four walls And I say "What the fuck am I alive for, huh?"