Muxibosh — Pressure Original Mix

Everyone descending on a structural frame
Turning all the friction to an internal flame
Not a question
Wait not a reason to yield
Standing like
I'm on a lift without knowing
I don't flex for the strain
Carry in the atmosphere without a word of pain
I don't move rad keep the door lock
Deepening every boundary that the discipline keep
Cut off the atmosphere compress
Turning every single trial in pure success
Hard stay steady while the soft flow
Rooted in the center with the pressure to go