As the pressure grows and these feeIings fIow
trampIe on bodies, bodies in hoIes of faith
times I ’ve asked the Iord for forgiveness
whiIe kept under a speII of a sweating Iocust ’s breath.
No need to teII me ‘cos its written on your face
sIiding down now with the bIack Iights shining
I don ’t care where you go you won ’t get away from me
bIack as the night is day fiIIed with no sympathy
marching down the haII 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 feeI it coming near
it ’s coming straight for you it ’II twist and drag you down
I don ’t care where you go you won ’t get away from me…