Pressure Fuse
Pressure Fuse (2/15/2008)
It’s time to put my foot down and stand tall when I look down
To see your fucking faces, I wonder what you took now
I’m feeling so much pressure to be some fucking new clown
I know it’s such a new sound to have someone turn you down
But I’ll sit by while you drown, there’s just smoke in your lungs
I hope that it’s fun and you pull through when it’s done
But don’t be so stunned that I won’t be beside you
I tried to explain it but it’s like it won’t find you
You continue on just right through and you never respect it
Every sentence that is here, I bet you didn’t expect it
Well, this is the message full of compassion and love
Fuck you for trying to get me on every one of your drugs
Cause I’m not giving up, but I’m annoyed and I’m bugged
That you never fucking drop it. Are you really that dumb?
Are you really that stuck on being something generic?
For you it might be good enough, but I’m not that pathetic
The point of this rant in this broken delivery
Is to make it so clear, through my anger and misery
That the pressure you’re giving me to inhale just a bit
Is basically shit and it’s been making me sick
And it’s taken me six, or maybe seven or eight
Or maybe it’s nine times to get this rhyme straight
But I know that my ways and my reasons and choices
Are simply stronger than you and your pressuring voices
So, it’s best to avoid this and just drop every topic
Cause I sit like a bomb ready to forcibly stop it
So, turn on your conscious and then learn to respect it
Before this hatred spills over and I turn to eject it
Notes: This is to the few people who have been trying to convince me to do something I simply don’t want to do. One of these people, in particular, is someone special and it really hits a nerve to have them not respect my decisions, time and time again.
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