pressure

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  as the pressure grows
  and these feelings flow
  trample on bodies
  bodies in holes of faith
  times i’ve asked the lord
  for fogiveness
  while kept under a spell
  or a sweating locus breath
  
  no need to tell me
  cos its written down 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 it’s 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 nearer
  it’s coming straight for you
  it will twist and drag you down