By Father Burkhart Pressure.... All around me. Pressure.... It surrounds me. Pressure.... Flowing through me. Pressure.... Just Bite Me! Break
Prevod: Rapture. Pressure.
Magnetic, the flows are athletic Dimensions are perfected but the static and kinetic is power Past pressure and mass beyond measure You can place son
Morse codes for rapture Get with your rhythm Get with your nature The moment's running down a mountain It can be captured from a fountain Times all that it can be, absence of agony Pressure
, Drug addict needle in my vein, I gotta have it To kill the pain, you silly rabbit I dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static Automatic pressure
you there The deeper you go 'Cause of the pressure of the air The nitrogen comes and goes, gets you high It's an alien atmosphere They call it rapture
For elite to compete and attempt to get ill If looks could kill, I'd chill until The public catches on to my material Ducks criticize my every phase of rapture
I'm hittin' that clutch It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck your back up My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel The rapture ha
Deny what?s happening it fuels the rage in my eyes give to this pressure not for the world so is this ignorance or blatant disregard just fake position
More to the P than the Rentals were friends But that be dated like them leaders of cheers be under beers I've contracted calendars to number your years I put pressure
If looks could kill - I'd chill until All the public catches on to my material - you know The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture Can't wait
you then I'm hittin that clutch in da black truck, what, fuck yo' back up My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel the rapture.. ha
drug addict needle in my vein, I gotta have it to kill the pain, you silly rabbit I dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static automatic pressure
looks could kill - I'd chill until All the public catches on to my material - you know The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture Can't wait to
attempt to get ill If looks could kill - I'd chill until All the public catches on to my material - you know The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture
addict needle in my vein, I gotta have it to kill the pain, you silly rabbit I dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static automatic pressure got
