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 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...