[male
vocals] (
Soft,
low-frequency
bass
hum)
Yeah
It's
quiet
now,
isn't
it?
Pressure,
you
hear
that?
Just
the
echo
of
what
we
thought
was
real
Let’
s
talk
about
it
I
look
at
the
clock
and
the
hands
don't
move
the
same
Everything
feels
like
a
shadow
of
your
name
Pressure
Ganisita,
you
were
the
storm
in
my
head
Now
the
silence
is
heavy,
hanging
by
a
thread
I
see
you
out
there
trying
to
play
the
part
But
you
can’
t
hide
the
cracks
inside
your
heart
You
walked
away
like
the
ground
wouldn't
break
Leaving
me
with
nothing
but
the
mess
you
create
And
it’
s
cold,
yeah
it’
s
cold
in
the
wake
of
the
loss
Counting
up
the
memories,
ignoring
the
cost
Pressure,
you’
re
drifting
like
a
ship
out
at
sea
And
James
Tembo
never
really
tried
to
be
me
No,
he
never
tried
to
be
me
Just
a
ghost
in
the
hallway,
setting
us
free
I
remember
the
promises,
thin
as
the
glass
Watching
the
seasons
and
the
bitterness
pass
You
were
the
king
of
the
block,
so
they
say
But
the
crown
lost
its
luster
along
the
way
James
Tembo
kept
his
head
down,
stayed
in
his
lane
While
you
were
out
dancing
in
the
middle
of
rain
He
didn't
want
the
spotlight,
didn't
want
the
throne
He
just
wanted
a
love
he
could
call
his
own
And
it’
s
cold,
yeah
it’
s
cold
in
the
wake
of
the
loss
Counting
up
the
memories,
ignoring
the
cost
Pressure,
you’
re
drifting
like
a
ship
out
at
sea
And
James
Tembo
never
really
tried
to
be
me
No,
he
never
tried
to
be
me
Just
a
ghost
in
the
hallway,
setting
us
free
Did
you
think
I
wouldn't
notice
the
change?
Everything
about
us
turned
so
cold
and
strange
You
built
a
fortress
but
you
left
the
gate
wide
Now
there’
s
nowhere
left
for
your
ego
to
hide
James
was
the
steady,
you
were
the
spark
And
now
we’
re
both
drowning
in
the
middle
of
dark
So
keep
the
accolades,
keep
all
the
fame
It
won't
keep
you
warm
when
you
whisper
my
name
I’
m
moving
forward,
yeah
the
path
is
getting
clear
I’
m
shedding
the
weight
of
every
wasted
year
You
were
a
lesson
I
didn't
want
to
learn
Watching
the
bridges
we
built
start
to
burn
Pressure,
it’
s
over,
the
curtains
are
down
I’
m
done
with
the
circus
and
I’
m
done
with
the
clown
And
it’
s
cold,
yeah
it’
s
cold
in
the
wake
of
the
loss
Counting
up
the
memories,
ignoring
the
cost
Pressure,
you’
re
drifting
like
a
ship
out
at
sea
And
James
Tembo
never
really
tried
to
be
me
No,
he
never
tried
to
be
me
Just
a
ghost
in
the
hallway,
setting
us
free
Setting
us
free
Yeah,
just
a
ghost
Pressure
Ganisita
James
Tembo
It’
s
over
now
Fade
to
black