Lyrics:

My heads under pressure baby, lifes the same
Its a suicidal incubator cooking my brain
There must be some sonic infiltrator making the strain
See Im a high-pressure operator in case the same

Stop dont panic, its just a thing I do
Its not so tragic, nothing to hold on to
Yeah-yeah, this enough to hang on to

Im like a tiger in a cage, so Im afraid
How do I stop this crazy rage coming on me
Im not so cool about my own route, doesnt has to be
Im gonna hit my switch and fly through, can it be?

Stop dont panic, its just a thing I do
Its not so tragic, nothing to hang on to
Stop dont panic, its just a thing I do
Its not so tragic, nothing to hang on to

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Its just a thing I do, nothing to hang on to
Stop, its just a thing I do, nothing to hang on to
Its just a thing I do, nothing to hang on to