The Pressure

I need my light to see things

I don't know where i'd go

I try to feel in silence

But something shows itself

I need my throat to say things

and i just waste my breath

Indulging in the pointless

To which there is no end

I try to feel in silence

To gather an essence

Of what it is to be a

Human stuck in this mess

I try to act intently

I try not to define

How do you heal ancestry

I am the last in line

The pressure

On me

It rocks me to the core

Hey

The pressure

On me

It rocks me to the core

I need my light to see things

I don't know where to go

A life with empty patterns

A place where i can't go

Currency permits living

Oh What a waste of breath

Committing life to service

To that i scratch my head

They'll charge us to drink water

That is a human right

They'll charge us to use power

And well I need my light

They try to squeeze and pinch us

In This experience

And i can't help but wonder

If it could be different

Under this crown a falsity lives

A nation of cops and a nation of sheep

Yeah we're under this crown, complicit and meek

But they're shutting us down when were trying to speak

They protest in France, they protest in Greece

Why are we so fine with the way that we live?