Stalemate Pressure

Ripe (Dinamarca)

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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