Supply and Demand - Tiles

My nerves are shot, the pressure’s on

It’s too much, I can’t respond

The sky is falling, the ground bursts

My head is pounding, my life is cursed

We’re burning out, no end in sight

The treadmill’s infinite

That’s how it seems each waking moment

No place for me to go

Now it’s like walking on hot coals

I’m lost in space

I feel demand outstrip my pace

I see the stares of faces blank

No more living for the chase

My knees are week, the days drag on

Same old thing, here and gone

More anger floods my words and thoughts

The wrong way to react yet nothing changes

They still turn their back

No place for me to go

Now it’s like walking on hot coals

I’m lost in space

I feel demand outstrip my pace

I see the stares of faces blank

No more living for the chase

Absent is empathy

When there’s nothing to believe

It’s all for one and none for all

Doing battle in the urban sprawl

My hands shake, my vision is blurred

Don’t ask again, I can’t be sure

Rain is slamming hard against my face

It’s pouring down in sheets

My energy’s gone, spent in defeat

No place for me to go

Now it’s like walking on hot coals

I’m lost in space

I feel demand outstrip my pace

I see the stares of faces blank

No more living for the chase