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…