As the pressure grows and these feelings flow
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trample on bodies, bodies in holes of faith
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times I've asked the lord for forgiveness
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while kept under a spell of a sweating locust's breath.
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No need to tell me 'cos its written on your face
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sliding down now with the black lights shining
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I don't care where you go you won't get away from me
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black as the night is day filled with no sympathy
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marching down the hall for a misery
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I don't care where you go you won't get away from me...
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Mouth tastes of sick stomach twisting inside
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everything's wrong and I can't get away
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the gravity of fear you can feel it coming near
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it's coming straight for you it'll twist and drag you down
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I don't care where you go you won't get away from me...
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Pressure
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Anathema |