Gasping for air, can't seem to find a way out
Broken swings and cool breeze in this broken playground
All I wanted was a crowd to say my name loud
Call me rare or well-done, my life's a steakhouse
And now this broken city's crumbling around me
And I didn't do it cruising down these south streets
Why do I feel so alone with all these people around me
No matter what I say this isn't fucking about me
Drowning, no lifeguard for this cowed beast
Shouting, as my mind spins me closer to county
Pounding, my head, as this monster keeps prowling
Towering, so far away I wanna start howling
Worse, when my idols start talking out of my speaker box
Telling me where I'm at right now, that's the easy part
But at this point I'm fatigued, can't even reach the bars
Mile high city but I still can't reach the gods
[Hook]
Depression, under pressure
Let this stay this Depression
That's no question, sick and tired
Depression, under pressure
Let this stay this Depression
That's no question, sick and tired
Depression, under pressure
Let this stay this Depression
Depression, Depression
Depression
[Verse 2: MAJA]
Depression
Taught me a valuable lesson
When I let it take my spears now I'm trying to catch them
Every night I be stressing, growing older every second
I went Ghost in the Shell, left the whole globe guessing like
"Where's MAJA, is he vapor, dude skated?
Is he okay, his MAJA mondays went away."
Facebook faded, Twitter feed Nathan
Fans hitting me up, saying they waiting
I'm going Voltron, reconnecting to songs
My lyrics my legs, my anger my arms
My heart in my stomach, 'cause the pressure is on
I gotta keep writing and fighting 'cause the pressure is strong
And that shit ain't stronger than me
I refuse to bow down and eternally sleep
Robin Williams fought hard until his end and I hope he rests in peace
But I ain't gotta be another tragedy, 'cause I overcame
Depression
[Hook]
Depression, under pressure
Let this stay this Depression
That's no question, sick and tired
Depression, under pressure
Let this stay this Depression
That's no question, sick and tired
Depression, under pressure
Let this stay this Depression
That's no question, sick and tired
Depression, under pressure
Let this stay this Depression
Depression, Depression
Depression
[Verse 3: Alpha Riff]
Been at the doors of despairs in my life
And the loved ones I know almost paid the price
Put the 9 to my dome, pull the trigger, but it’s clickin’
No bullets, no blood, so I’m just left thinkin’
That far gone, that I don’t know true from the false
Wrapped up in myself, ain’t no love for the lost
Visualize my heart ripped out and beating
In my hands, cause it’s death I’m meeting
I wanted to pick up the phone, mom
But I couldn’t make that phone call
And tell you that your son got real fucked in the head
And one day you’d find out I was dead
Escorted by the men in blue behind yellow tape
Living room, games in that same paused state
To my bed where the pills and the booze were
And your son’s remains through your teared blur
Cause depression
