Amanda Palmer, The Black Quartet, Jherek Bischoff - Surface Pressure lyrics

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 demanding 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
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'till
You just go pop, whoa oh oh
Give it to your sister, your sister's older
Give her all the heavy things
That you 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
Pressure that'll tick, tick, tick 'til
It's ready to blow, whoa 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 something is gonna hurt us
Under the surface
The ship doesn't swerve when 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 tumbling
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
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
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick
'til it's ready to blow, whoa 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