Sense the pressure In my head The pulse stops I drop dead Phone calls To be made To the people From whom I crave Answers To why I'm here And to why I'm free To do whatever I please Notes archived Lines carved out and I'll give my speech Any moment now Phone calls To be made To the people From whom I crave Answers To why I'm here And to why I'm free To do whatever I please Is this the answer Is there a plan? Is there a path to follow A path of glory I don't know Will you ever see me go down this road I doubt it