Pressure

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 'cause 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 --- Pressure - Anathema