Impending doom, can't escape.
Pitch black at the lake.
The snow is falling, can't escape.
The evil approaches, I can't save you.
These problems don't have solutions.
We're rotting inside this cell.
Our bodies are like a prison.
Only death will save us from this hell.
Jagged stairs leading nowhere.
The clock is staring at me.
Running away from the pain.
The evil approaches, no one to save me.
These problems don't have solutions.
We're rotting inside this cell.
Our bodies are like a prison.
Only death will save us from this hell.
Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight?
It appears quite black.
Have you ever seen spiders crawling on the grave?
The grave that gave us the fear of loneliness.
That turned us into hellions.
We're like slugs in the sun.
Tearing us apart.
These problems don't have solutions.
We're rotting inside this cell.
Our bodies are like a prison.
Only death will save us from this hell.
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