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Rapture The Pressure

By Father Burkhart Pressure.... All around me. Pressure.... It surrounds me. Pressure.... Flowing through me. Pressure.... Just Bite Me! Break

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

, 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

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

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

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

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

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

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