Anathema - Pressure

Tekst :

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...

Inne utwory

  • Suicide veil
  • Flying
  • Destiny
  • Eternal rise of the sun
  • Looking outside inside
  • Under a veil
  • Hope
  • Leave no trace
  • Alone
  • Shroud of frost
  • Shroud of false
  • All faith is lost
  • Angelica
  • Empty
  • Alternative 4
  • Better off dead
  • Losowe utwory

    Born yesterday

    Won t talk about her and who needs friends
    Don t want them to wear you down
    Like a rock in the ocean
    Or glass in the sea

    I know it s painful but it s true
    I know one day this will make...

    She gone

    He walks these streets sometimes until way past twelve.
    His mind can t decide if he s in heaven, he just can t tell.
    He sees her standing there smiling by the lamppost shine.
    His heart can t remember ever feeling oh so fine.

    She...

    Till the end of time

    The lessons were all learned
    My soul has charred
    What they burned
    Till the end of time
    So silence shamed me
    Shame
    She brought with her doubt and blame
    Till the end of time
    Now it’s your turn to cry
    Spend your life wondering why
    You knew
    You knew

    Someday

    Precious stone, Life goes on, You have abused and used me, Now I m going
    home, I want my records back, To get my heart on track, You think I can t be
    alone, Well this woman s here to show you, oh, Someday, The lights will fall...

    Empty

    Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dustfrom my face another morning black Sundaycoming down again empty vessel empty veinsempty bottle wish for rain that pain againwash the blood off my face the pulse frommy brain and I feel that pain againI m looking over my shoulder cos millionswill...