Stressed (Like a Bomb)

All this people seem be stressed with life
Fearing end up with a bulled in my head
I walk in the sidewalk with my clenched fists
Coes every time there's a new fight to begin
They walk to fast, they're always late
The expression in their hurried up faces
Reminds my pressure, reminds me hate
And I don't want to me this stupid fate
They don't talk, they scream
They don't smile, they show their teeth
And you know that something is not all right
When a transit discussion is a reason to shot

It's time to!!
Relax, admit stress' changin' you way
It's up! To you!
Like a bomb, ready to explode
Hearts beating in a mechanical rhythm
With no use for a song