Icy and cold, bitter and sour,
Melodies float and I start to cower
This song that is playing is not in my tune
And the scene that surrounds me is becoming my tomb
My feet press on, my back starts to break
With all of this pressure, how can I be fake?
I'm not that soft, so don't try to mould
With all of my strength, I'll try not to fold
Sickly sweet smiles, fiery hot lies,
Honey so sweet it's covered with flies
And society's rich, all look down at me
I'm not of their standard, cos nothing's for free
I crawl my way up, with the merit I do
But its all for nothing, cos I'm nothing to you
So why impress when I don't count?
Pressure so high and it's starting to mount
But to let you win, would hurt me more
than anything you have done to me before
So I'll wipe that fake smile with a good grain of
salt,
My revolution, I'm gonna revolt
