Pressure — Mors Principium Est

Pride kept me strong My faith was weak, I could not build upon

Their hands strangled me. I asked if death perhaps could intervene

Sweat burned my skin and just like me it made this wound unclean

A ghost teasing me. I could not let him see my segrecy

This time the weight is off my back I kept myself sincere The pressure had to leave

This hour the boiling blood has calmed I kept myself serene The pressure had to leave The pressure had to leave