A pressure point, feel resort life.
Worthless soul, a periled stay.
Release fear, to spare, your gone.
You come with me through Satan
And through the arch of maker's side.
A pressure point.
A pressure point
Submitted by Tina at Sun 01 Aug, 2010 9:28 pm
Author: Obituary
Composer: ?
Publisher: The All Blacks B.V.
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