Текст песни Anathema - Pressure
Anathema - Pressure слова песни
As the pressure grows and these feelings flowtrample on bodies, bodies in holes of faithtimes I`ve asked the lord for forgivenesswhile kept under a spell of a sweating locust`s breath.No need to tell me `cos its written on your facesliding down now with the black lights shiningI don`t care where you go you won`t get away from meblack as the night is day filled with no sympathymarching down the hall for a miseryI don`t care where you go you won`t get away from me...Mouth tastes of sick stomach twisting insideeverything`s wrong and I can`t get awaythe gravity of fear you can feel it coming nearit`s coming straight for you it`ll twist and drag you downI don`t care where you go you won`t get away from me...