Surface Pressure

I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous

I'm as tough as the crust of the earth is

I move mountains, I move churches

And I glow 'cause I know what my worth is

I don't ask how hard the work is

Got a rough indestructible surface

Diamonds and platinum, I find 'em, I flatten 'em

I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanding

But

Under the surface

I feel berserk as a tightrope walker in a three-ring circus

Under the surface

Was Hercules ever like, "Yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus"?

Under the surface

I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service

A flaw or a crack

The straw in the stack

That breaks the camel's back

What breaks the camel's back it's

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa

Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'till you just go pop, whoa

Give it to your sister, your sister's older

Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder

Who am I if I can't run with the ball?

If I fall to

Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, whoa

Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa

Give it to your sister, your sister's stronger

See if she can hang on a little longer

Who am I if I can't carry it all?

If I falter

Under the surface

I hide my nerves and it worsens, I worry something is gonna hurt us

Under the surface

The ship doesn't swerve, has it heard how big the iceberg is?

Under the surface

I think about my purpose, can I somehow preserve this?

Line up the dominoes

A light wind blows

You try to stop it tumbling

But on and on it goes

But wait

If I could shake the crushing weight of expectations

Would that leave some room up for joy

Or relaxation, or simple pleasure?

Instead we measure this growing pressure

Keeps growing, keeps growing

'Cause all we know is

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa

Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh

Give it to your sister, it doesn't hurt

And see if she can handle every family burden

Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks

No mistakes just

Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, whoa

Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'till it's ready to blow, whoa

Give it to your sister and never wonder

If the same pressure would've pulled you under

Who am I if I don't have what it takes?

No cracks, no breaks

No mistakes, no pressure