Tytuł: Pressure

• Wykonawca: Anathema
• Wyświetleń: 338

As the pressure grows and these feelings flow
   trample on bodies, bodies in holes of faith
   times I've asked the lord for forgiveness
   while kept under a spell of a sweating locust's breath.
   No need to tell me 'cos its written on your face
   sliding down now with the black lights shining
  
   I don't care where you go you won't get away from me
   black as the night is day filled with no sympathy
   marching down the hall for a misery
   I don't care where you go you won't get away from me...
  
   Mouth tastes of sick stomach twisting inside
   everything's wrong and I can't get away
   the gravity of fear you can feel it coming near
   it's coming straight for you it'll twist and drag you down
   I don't care where you go you won't get away from me...