Текст песни Pressures of Pleasure - eleventyseven

Pressures of Pleasure

Held so tight by a loose illusion\nQuell your fight just to futureproof it\nStill search for my worth like a child\nCause I remember when you\nBroke a wrist trying to grip something infinite\nSome empty kiss made you miss something intimate\nFor worse or for better\nWe’re passing the time\nThe weight of forever\nTrashing our minds\nHome to every devil\nWe never defined\nPressures of pleasure passing us by\nHeartbreak stain you can never polish\nLocked for life in your body knowledge\nI still hide my hurt like a child\nBut I remember when you\nBroke a wrist trying to grip something infinite\nSome empty kiss made you miss something intimate\nFor worse or for better\nWe’re passing the time\nThe weight of forever\nTrashing our minds\nHome to every devil\nWe never defined\nPressures of pleasure passing us by\nFor worse or for better\nWe’re passing the time\nThe weight of forever\nTrashing our minds\nHome to every devil\nWe never defined\nPressures of pleasure passing us by