General (Vol. 1)

Pressure

  1. Heavenly Mother
    Of my loving brother
    Please ask Him for some extra love today:
    My muscles are tightening,
    The sky feels like lightning
    And although I am trying, I'm losing my way.

  2. The fierce competition
    with no inhibition
    Is crushing the best of my heart into dust;
    The Tempting and taunting
    And venting and vaunting
    Are leading me into narcotics and lust.

  3. Yet in the far distance
    Of freedom and innocence
    I remember the story of You and Your son;
    But I really have missed you
    When I should have kissed you
    For all that He stood for and all he got done.

  4. I remember He said
    That until we were dead
    There was always a prospect of love and release,
    So in this sane recess
    between hype and distress
    This is my tiny prayer for a route back to peace.