WORDS

PRESSES DOWN

I’m getting ideas inside my head.

Bad things that won’t go away.

Stretched out on the rack by all my thoughts.

I’m setting effigy to flame.

 

I’m watching it all with shattered heart.

Prayers only heard in my dome.

I’m shooting at fish inside a bowl.

It feels so much like I’ve come home.

 

Sometimes the world won’t stop it’s pounding. 

Sometimes I’m lying on the ground.

Sometimes my head won’t stop revolving. 

And it all just presses down.

Down. Down. Down.

 

Ooh, I want to get my hands on them.

Ooh, I want to feed my fingers.

Ooh, I want to roll in death and sin. 

Ooh, I want to breathe it deeply.

 

Sometimes my head won’t stop it’s pounding. 

Sometimes I’m lying on the ground.

Sometimes the world won’t stop revolving. 

And it all just presses down.

Down. Down. Down.

 

I’m getting ideas inside my head.

 

 

Craig Carothers - B.G. Vx

Jim Walker - Bass, Bongos, Djambe, Drum 

Programming, Acoustic Guitar, Keys, Samples, Shakers, Lead Vx