Everyday it fucking stares me in the face, the pressure, the choices that I'm not free to make. The outside opinions have got by the throat. Knocked onto my back, lacerated by nothing but a lack. Visceral reactions, I can't get by just killing time. It leaves me empty, it bleeds me dry. It leaves us empty, it bleeds us dry. Fear of confrontation, at war with reality, a thousand empty faces staring back at me. I'd like to see you hold me down this time. When I'm staring right back at you.