pressure

(bkz: under pressure)

anathema’nın 2001 cıkıslı a fine day to exit albumunun ilk sarkısı. gayet hos, ama ne biliyim, sanki hafif...

güftesi;

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 ’cause 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, stomach twist 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