Pressure
(Indisponível)
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...
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