the pressure grows
the warning lights come through the cracks
but well prepared, we stay composed
we transfer its woes
through pipes and through smokestacks
from tunnels below
but it’s all for show
for though the trees still shade our backs
for now, the system’s closed
Sunshine and Wind 
Free associating here but this reminds me of My Brightest Diamond’s ‘Pressure’
> Mountain on top, a fire below
> The pressure grows, pressure
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