Feel like there's dirt in my mind Those answers are hard to find Head in hands and trembling fists A time schedule
Stalemate pressure The worst of you has become your treasure Fall into a fissure The blue devil you now nurture
So what has become of those innocent years Were they really there? A sound you hear, miss to hear Bury me in lies and coat me in black Deep dark hole from which I never come back
Stalemate pressure The worst of you has become your treasure Fall into a fissure The blue devil you now nurture Stalemate pressure What was thriving now, has turned to ashes Fall into a fissure A lost future before your eyes flashes
