Pressure — текст песни (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...