Stress
Escape the Grasp of Life's Stranglehold with Galactic Cowboys' Stress
Lyrics
No one calls unless I leave
No one contacts me unless I initiate the communication.
No one's home, the voice repeats
When I reach out, no one responds; there's a repetitive automated message indicating nobody is at home.
Kind hands wrapped around my neck
I feel suffocated, as if someone with caring intentions is turning hostile.
Sharp teeth biting in my back
I sense betrayal or harm from others, depicted metaphorically as sharp teeth biting into my back.
Cold eyes burning laser beams
There are judgmental or critical eyes, metaphorically described as burning laser beams.
Oh! God, relieve me of this STRESS
An emotional plea to a higher power (God) for relief from the overwhelming stress.
A list from A to Z, this is too much for me
Expressing feeling overwhelmed by a comprehensive list of problems or challenges from A to Z.
Don't want this mess, I must confess
Rejecting the chaos and mess in life and admitting a need to confess the dislike for it.
I hate this stress
An explicit statement of hatred towards the stress and pressure experienced.
The more I work, the less I make
Feeling financially strained; the more effort put into work, the less monetary gain.
The less I learn, the more you take
An observation that personal growth or learning is not proportional to what is taken away or demanded by others.
Small lips telling big huge lies
Encountering dishonesty or deceit, symbolized by small lips telling big lies.
White sores growing in my mouth
Suffering from stress or anxiety, depicted as physical manifestations like white sores in the mouth.
Red blood pouring from my heart
Experiencing emotional pain and distress, symbolized by red blood pouring from the heart.
Oh! God, relieve me of this STRESS
A repetition of the plea to a higher power for relief from the accumulating stress.
I'm not your property, come on and set me free
Asserting individual autonomy and expressing a desire to be free from the burdens imposed by others.
Don't want this mess, I must confess
Reiterating the rejection of chaos and mess, confessing the dislike for it, and expressing the hatred towards stress.
I hate this stress
A final statement of intense dislike for the stress and pressure experienced.
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