The Pressure Mounts

I'm getting sick of this daily grind, Finding it hard to breathe deeply. The terror! The torsion! The social distortion I think I've had enough- Of the weight that's bearing down on me. Can you hear that sound? Can you feel that heat? As the pressure mounts, And my will breaks down, Can you free me now? As the pressure MOUNTS!! -- It's gonna blow. My vices don't get me high enough Stuff down feelings, scream in my sleep Bury it! bury it! Shut down the system now Don't know if I'm that tough Flying blind, running scared, tragedy! Can you hear that sound? Can you feel that heat? As the pressure mounts, And my will breaks down, Can you free me now? As the pressure MOUNTS!! IT'S GONNA BLOW!! IT'S GONNA BLOW!! IT'S GONNA BLOW!! IT'S GONNA BLOW ME AWAY!! I don't know where up is anymore- Can't seem to get a grip on life My mind quakes! My palm shakes! The cold-sweat tremor grows. Tunnel vision sets in, here I go. Can you hear that sound? Can you feel that heat? As the pressure mounts, And my will breaks down, Can you free me now? As the pressure MOUNTS!! I'M GOING DOWN (catch me) I'M STRIKING OUT (release me) I'M THROWING UP (forgive me) I'M GOING DOWN (as the pressure mounts) -- AS. THE. PRESSURE. MOUNTS!!