Pressure & Pain - Coldburn

From the beginning to the end

Losers lose, winners win

This is real we ain’t got nothing to pretend

The cold world that we are in

Is full of pressure and pain

Distances, reachless like a pot of gold

My hard feelings i wished your heart could hold

Those secrets that were meant to keep

Your words still ring in my ears, keeping me from sleep

Breathing is not easy if the truth holds you down

Trying to forget you, no inner peace to be found

i feel like my mind is locked

You swallowed my mental key

It’s to hard to admit

That signs are fading, pictures are shading, the devil’s raiding