They plot they fight they laugh
With psychopathic minds
Chillax and smell the grass
Can't fool me, I won't be
Under Pressure
I've put myself these days
Phony Leisure
Can't let you mess with my head
How long has it been
Feels too long but its just days
Our faces too old
Our hearts are getting colder
This city's pace is crooked
Trapped in a boredom's loop
Turns out I too am fooled
Release the tension, hallucination
Under Pressure
I've put myself these days
Phony Leisure
Can't let you mess with my head
How long has it been
Feels too long but its just days
Our faces too old
Our hearts are getting colder
Sweet baby don't be sad
With all this pressure you wont get far
What choices do we have
I've been such, indolent man
Under the skin I'm mad
The guilt is poisoning my blood
It's time for you to let it out
Time to cry, time to shout
