Stress - Holograms

Inactivity all day,

I’m wasting my brain away

It’s always on my mind

Yeah I pick up, but it all picks down

And it feels like I am everybody’s gutter

The same that satisfies breaks others

Stress

Stress

Stress

Stress

All day, eat shreds

I feel so out of breath

It’s always on my mind

Yeah I pick up, but it all picks down

And it feels like I am everybody’s gutter

The same that satisfies breaks others

Stress

Stress

Stress

Stress

Stress

Stress

Stress

Stress