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!