Pressure Us

 

Take pleasure in pressure on myself.

Measure the stressor itself.

Whether it's treasure on my shelf or worth the delve.

 

I've been caged up.

Been upstaged and enraged by a long war waged.

Engaged to be aged,

but that threat level has been gauged.

 

They say that I've changed, that I'm deranged.

But I'm strange.

My brain has not been arranged by the strains of pain.

So fuck the vain.

Give 'em a chain.

Make 'em train in the rain.

Shouldn't that entertain?

We've all gone insane.

 

The best are all depressed.

They cease to be impressed.

It seems that we've regressed,

because there's no reason we should be so stressed.

Even the poor are blessed in the US,

but we're bored nonetheless.

Even while we're being caressed,

we want more confessed.

But by God,

we are the best.