Days are getting cold
Darkness lies on expired dreams
While the spotlight shines down on me
But you're cornered, and can't back away

Being so many things to so many
Reaching for it all when you can't have any

Under pressure
Under pressure
This is far too much to take
I'm afraid I might break under pressure
Under pressure

You ask me who I think I am
I'll plead the fifth, I won't take the stand
Judgment falls but is it heard?
Jury's hung, justice won't be served

Being so many things can be heavy
Reeling from it all, can get you buried

Under pressure
Under pressure
This is far too much to take
I'm afraid I might break under pressure
Under pressure

These are the paintings great painters paint
The crimes of the innocent, the sins of the saints

Under pressure
Under pressure
This is far too much to take
I'm afraid I might break under pressure
Under pressure
Mm-uhh