Pressure
Anathema
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...