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Feel the tension mounting in the air
When no one seems to give a damn, no one seems to care

There'll be no submission, no surrender
Release, release, release the pressure

Tear off the mask of illusion, smash on the screens
Where nothing is ever what is seems

There'll be no submission, no surrender
Release, release, release the pressure

The queen of sleaze and the answer lies
Where you gonna run to since we ripped off your disguise?

There'll be no submission, no surrender
Release, release, release the pressure

A dark and hungry God arises
A savage Messiah

There'll be no submission, no surrender
Release, release, release the pressure

We walked out of the eye of a hurricane
We were raised in bondage, we were born in flames

There'll be no submission, no surrender
Release, release, release the pressure

Tear off the mask of illusion, smash on the screens
Where nothing appears as what it seems

There'll be no submission, no surrender
Release, release, release the pressure

Release the pressure
Release the pressure
Release the pressure
Release the pressure
Release the pressure
Release the pressure
Release, release, release, release
Release the pressure
Release the pressure
Release, release, release, release
Release the pressure

Release, release, release the pressure
Feel the tension mounting in the air   When no one seems to give a damn, no one seems to care      There'll be no submission, no surrender   Release, release, release the pressure      Tear off the mask of illusion, smash on the screens   Where nothing is ever what is seems      There'll be no submission, no surrender   Release, release, release the pressure      The queen of sleaze and the answer lies   Where you gonna run to since we ripped off your disguise?      There'll be no submission, no surrender   Release, release, release the pressure      A dark and hungry God arises   A savage Messiah      There'll be no submission, no surrender   Release, release, release the pressure      We walked out of the eye of a hurricane   We were raised in bondage, we were born in flames      There'll be no submission, no surrender   Release, release, release the pressure      Tear off the mask of illusion, smash on the screens   Where nothing appears as what it seems      There'll be no submission, no surrender   Release, release, release the pressure      Release the pressure   Release the pressure   Release the pressure   Release the pressure   Release the pressure   Release the pressure   Release, release, release, release   Release the pressure   Release the pressure   Release, release, release, release   Release the pressure      Release, release, release the pressure