Anathema

A Fine Day to Exit - 2001

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 'cos it's 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
my 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 will twist and drag you down

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