Starved Of The Pressure

Turning the blind eye
To the pseudo-judicial spies
Too safe and too fine
You make me wanna fucking die

I can now seem to find the time
To psychoanalyse
To chin check the meek
I try to rationalise
Nylon tethered to burning flesh
Or a 12 gauge shotgun
Straight to the goddamn chest

Fated to suffer
You will know another
Rise
Through the ranks of pain

I am starved
Of the pressure
I am starved
You didn't deliver
Motherfucker

My ghost will be clean
Of hopes dreams and memories
Of what could have been
Neurologically altered
To work best
Are you up to the fucking test

I am starved
Of the pressure
I am starved
You didn't deliver
Motherfucker

Peeling back the rusted flesh
Sensory overload cognitive distress
I've got nothing left to lose got nothing left
Coursing through this framework life's a fucking test

So hands up bitch
Let's see your best

Take a shot at me
Let me break it down for the dumb fucks