Surface Pressure (Metal Version)

I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous I'm as tough as the crust of the Earth is I move mountains, I move churches And I glow, 'cause I know what my worth is I don't ask how hard the work is Got a rough, indestructible surface Diamonds and platinum, I find 'em, I flatten 'em I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanded, but Under the surface I feel berserk as a tightrope walker in a three-ring circus Under the surface Was Hercules ever like, "Yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus"? Under the surface I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service A flaw or a crack, the straw in the stack That breaks the camel's back What breaks the camel's back? It's Pressure like a drip, drip, drip, that'll never stop, whoa-oh Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh-oh Give it to your sister, your sister's older Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder Who am I if I can't run with the ball? If I fall to Pressure like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa-oh Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa-oh-oh-oh Give it to your sister, your sister's stronger See if she can hang on a little longer Who am I if I can't carry it all? If I falter Under the surface I hide my nerves and it worsens, I worry somethin' is gonna hurt us Under the surface The ship doesn't swerve - has it heard how big the iceberg is? Under the surface I think about my purpose, can I somehow preserve this? Line up the dominoes, a light wind blows You try to stop it topplin', but on and on it goes But wait, if I could shake the crushing weight Of expectations, would that free some room up for joy Or relaxation, or simple pleasure? Instead, we measure this growing pressure Keeps growing, keep going, 'cause all we know is Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh-oh Give it to your sister, it doesn't hurt and See if she can handle every family burden Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks No mistakes, just Pressure like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa-oh Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa-oh-oh-oh Give it to your sister and never wonder If the same pressure would've pulled you under Who am I if I don't have what it takes? No cracks, no breaks No mistakes! No pressure!