Feel the pressure underneath

Feel the pressure underneath. When time flies by, mind starts to cry, my heart beats up, up, up, doesn't wanna stop, stop, stop. Through dirt and dust this knife cuts bones, hands of glass destroyed by stones. It's a race between my own arise and fall. The flowers soul fights long, long death. Keeps up, doesn't wait to loose the breath. So my heart beats up, up, up, doesn't wanna stop, stop, stop. Facts stucked, turn-, turn-, turning around, deeper to the ground.