I'm the strong one I'm not nervous I'm as though as the crust of the earth is I move mountains I move churches And I glow 'cause I know what my worth is But Under the surface I feel berserk As a tightrope walker in a three ring circus Under the surface Was Hercules ever like: Yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus Under the surface I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service A flaw or a crack The straw in the stack That breakers the camels back What breakers the camels back It's Pressure like a drip, drip, drip And it won't let go, whoa Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'Til it's ready to blow, whoa Give it to your sister And never wonder If the same pressure Would'a pulled you under Who am I if I don't have what I takes No cracks No breaks No mistakes No pressure