Under Pressure

Days are getting cold
Darkness lies on expired dreams
While the spotlight shines down on me
But you’re cornered, and can’t back away
Being so many things to so many
Reaching for it all when you can’t have any
Under pressure
Under pressure
This is far too much to take
I’m afraid I might break under pressure
Under pressure
You ask me who I think I am
I’ll plead the fifth, I won’t take the stand
Judgment falls but is it heard?
Jury’s hung, justice won’t be served
Being so many things can be heavy
Reeling from it all, can get you buried
Under pressure
Under pressure
This is far too much to take
I’m afraid I might break under pressure
Under pressure
These are the paintings great painters paint
The crimes of the innocent, the sins of the saints
Under pressure
Under pressure
This is far too much to take
I’m afraid I might break under pressure
Under pressure
Mm-uhh