Towering walls around the red horizon Light as a feather I'm flying Shot down with an arrow, I'm grounded A fish in the sea there's no one around And then the predators come And with a hunger they go Prey. Pressure. I'm feeling pressure all the time. Towering heights upon the peaks of mountains The freezing weather i'm fighting Knocked down by the bitter cold bad winds Coyotes hunt poor creatures in the nights There are no predators for All the wolves at their door Prey. Pressure. I'm feeling pressure all the time.