Dawn, sun, breathe
The warmth, care and need
It goes away this week
Turmoil increase
Forever inside
The pressure won't subside
Dusk, fog, sigh
It weighs on your eyes
Just settle on more time
I look around for a way out
Dystopic sights erase my psyche
Visions of you eclipse my mind
Shrouded pressure equals demise
Somethings got a grip of me
Im marching to a rhythm
Of your beat
Somethings got a grip of me
Im marching to a rhythm
Of your beat
Someone relieve the pressure
Reap the pressure
Be the beacon
Take the energy to see them
Force away your good intentions
Display all your worst complexion
Reap the pressure
Be the beacon
Take the energy to see them
Force away your good intentions
Display all your worst complexion

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