Pressure Points

Just before the kit starts crashing in
Sidewalks are singing electric whisperings
And I'm sitting deep inside my heart
I'm sideways sinking again
But it's already happened
Gone and pushed away
to no one, pushed just for sport
and it doesn't matter now does it?
Did it ever matter
Matter at all?
Now the boss stars got my credit card
Racing to heaven a perfect million ways
And I'm already breaking
Blood-shot, broken-fisted
Nowhere to go
and were you ever happy
with these
pressure points
pressure points
deliver me
deliver me