D.I.K.Y.S. Lyrics

Is there a way to save the artist

From getting closer to truth?

Retreating, fearing that I've gone astray

Is there no way to break through?

The more I'm flailing in the shroud I've made,

The more I reap what I sow

I feel the pressure build

I feel the pressure build

And swallow up my will

And swallow up my will

I feel the pressure build

I feel the pressure build

And swallow up my will

And swallow up my will

I feel the pressure build

I feel the pressure build

I feel the pressure build

I feel the pressure build

And when I pray for rain to skies of polished brass

'Til every well is draining through the open cracks

And every failure looming larger in my head

And every failure looming larger in my head

When all the words I need are on your tongue instead

Then will you scream them back until there's no words left

With every failure looming larger in my head?

With every failure looming larger in my head?

Now I've nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

All is undone, all is undone

Now I've nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

All is undone, all is undone

Is there a way to spare the honest

From the discomfiting truth?

In still gray waters and I'm drowning

And there's no way to break through

Cause there are days that I want to burn it all to ashes

And I'm stuck to the days I can't seem to let go

I feel the pressure build

I feel the pressure build

I feel the pressure build

I feel the pressure

And when I pray for rain to skies of polished brass

'Til every well is draining through the open cracks

And every failure looming larger in my head

And every failure looming larger in my head

When all the words I need are on your tongue instead

Then will you scream them back until there's no words left

With every failure looming larger in my head?

With every failure looming larger in my head?