Surface Pressure (FFXIV Parody Edition)
Haven't been here in awhile, but I got inspired by Enconto's song so here I am!
I'm the strong on,
I'm not nervous
I'm as tough as the crust as the earth is.
I kill Primals, Save the masses,
Armed with the strength of multiple classes.
I don't ask how hard the work is, Got a rough indestructible surface.
Threats to Eorzea, I find 'em, I flatten 'em.
I take what I'm handed, I fight what's demanded,
But
Under the surface,
I feel like a Chocobo asked to take on Ifrit.
Under the surface,
Was Louisoix ever like "Yo, I don't wanna fight Bahamut."
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 heroes back
What breaks the heroes 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
Give it to the Warrior, they are tougher
Give 'em all the heavy things we can't shoulder
Who am I if I can't fight for them all?
If I fall to
Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, whoa
Pressure that'll tick, tick, tick 'till it's ready to blow, whoa-oh-oh
Give it the Warrior, they are stronger
See if they can hold 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 that something's gonna hurt us.
Under the surface
Holding in poisonous light from coming to the surface.
Under the surface
I think about my purpose,
How long can I keep at this?
What if the Echo goes?
Can't beat my foes?
I try to stop anxiety 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 the WoL, it doesn't hurt 'em. Watch as they handle every Eorzean burden.
Watch as the buckle and bend but never breaks,
No mistakes just
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 the hero and never wonder,
If the same pressure would have pulled you under.
Who am I if I don't have what it takes?
No Cracks, No Breaks
No Mistakes, No Pressure.
