Dark Heart News - No Pressure Lyrics

Look with your fingers
Steer into the turn
Think like a mannequin littered with burns
Good God
Get gone
Misshapen marbled skin, son of a demon
Wake up to the birds who've been chirping through the evening
Good Lord
Get gone
Stoned by your filthy greed too heavy to measure, yeah

Good Lord how you mix and you measure
Got sycophants to please
We're parked in the lot for the peasants
Got snuck in for free
And while you bury your skin in the sun
We're all trying not to freeze, yeah
So we'll be on the next bus to Mexico
And you can stay and be king of the fleas
Either way we're done dancing in this Escher
No pressure

Fear for your children
Captain of the worms
Call us when the satisfaction morphs into concern
Good Lord
Get gone
Lazy as the length of red rope around your neck
Superficialities calibrated by your own regrets
Good Lord
Get gone
Party of two
Lies and you catch up

Good Lord how you mix and you measure
Got sycophants to please
We're parked in the lot for the peasants
Got snuck in for free
And while you bury your skin in the sun
We're all trying not to freeze, yeah
So we'll be on the next bus to Mexico
You can stay and be king of the fleas
Either way we're done dancing in this Escher
No pressure

Good Lord how you mix and you measure
Got sycophants to please
We're all parked in the lot for the peasants
Got snuck in for free
And while you bury your skin in the sun
We're all trying not to freeze, yeah
So we'll be on the next bus to Mexico
And you can stay and be king of the fleas
It don't matter if we see the ledger
And either way we're done dancing in this Escher
No pressure