I feel the pressure pinching
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I feel it strangulate
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Although I'm on a path
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I get enticed to deviate
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Sometimes life is peircing
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Just want to intoxicate
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And run away from all the pain
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And no longer participate, enough
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Contemplation, meditation, restoration
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No more frustration
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We work until we break, I say break away
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How much more can I take ?
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Rejuvenate
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I know this world can get me back up against the wall
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Sometimes I feel as if there's gonna be a brawl
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Sometimes I throw my hands up
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Sometimes I sit and cry
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And wonder if there's one that cares
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If I live or die, enough
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We give ourselves
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But we major in many minor things
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There's no one else
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To change the way we're living
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We must be the one
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Rejuvenate
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Shelter |