Pressure - Mors Principium Est

Pride

Kept me strong

My faith was weak, I could not build upon

Their hands

Strangled me

I asked if death perhaps could intervene

Sweat

Burned my skin

And just like me it made this wound unclean

A ghost

Teasing me

I could not let him see my segrecy

This time the weight is off my back

I kept myself sincere

The pressure had to leave

This hour the boiling blood has calmed

I kept myself serene

The pressure had to leave

The pressure had to leave