Lyric The Excuse

Well son are you feeling the pressuer yet?
You know where you re from and you best not forget
You can twist and contort it
But I know you ll regret
If you compromise all the blood that you ve sweat
And I feel it now when I m forced to produce
Cause this gift I ve been given I ve learned to abuse
I ve asked for this rope
And I ve made a fine noose for myself
It s no excuse, It s no excuse
I heard thy re like assholes
I know I can be one
So I ll be the best one I can be
I won t compromise
I just can t organize
My thoughts with it hovering over me
So we ll scream when we ve finished triumphantly
Fuck the deadlines
And you!