Lyrics: Sick Of It All. Falter.

Always looking, always waiting anticipating
fickle and jaded sometimes sloppy working the body
the pressure is in my head i won't falter
the hell with meeting expectations
proudly displaying imperfections
sometimes sloppy working the body
the pressure is in my head i won't falter
it won't be the end of me 'cause i won't let it get to me