Direct Effect Presser Pressure
Wake up, see the light around the door
I step out to breathe, only reminded of your control
Don't wanna think about, almost late again
Constantly fighting these feelings, my only true meaning
The presser, the pressure
These comforting walls, hold in my purest exhaust
but it's the presser, the pressure
I'm gonna go to the streets
You’re gonna know how I feel
Next time I turn around offer up a fair deal
This ain’t a cry for help, or a call for treason
I just wanna be part of a human experience
See myself in a different light
I wanna know what's its like
Open minds, reckless passion
To help see past all the f..cking fashion
