Joey Nissen - Pressure

The eyes of hate stare down upon you
Prices of pain release the marks upon you
The paper of hope is torn in half
Racism, racism, all it does is laugh
Life is all an informal bitch
Laying you down in a big, dark ditch
Fighting, fighting, all worlds collide
All you can do is sit there and smile

Joey Nissen

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