The Pressure from Disembodiment by CLAMM

I need my light to see things
I don't know where i’d go
I try to feel in silence
But something shows itself

I need my throat to say things
and i just waste my breath
Indulging in the pointless
To which there is no end

I try to feel in silence
To gather an essence
Of what it is to be a
Human stuck in this mess

I try to act intently
I try not to define
How do you heal ancestry
I am the last in line

The pressure
On me
It rocks me to the core
Hey
The pressure
On me
It rocks me to the core

I need my light to see things
I don’t know where to go
A life with empty patterns
A place where i can’t go

Currency permits living
Oh What a waste of breath
Committing life to service
To that i scratch my head

They’ll charge us to drink water
That is a human right
They’ll charge us to use power
And well I need my light

They try to squeeze and pinch us
In This experience
And i can't help but wonder
If it could be different

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