Smothered by fear
The hate of my anger
Will resume

In you

Smothered by fear

The hate of my anger
Will resume
In you


The Preaching will subside
Till you rot

In hell
Till then you'll realize
The pain and suffering


You
Will not find

The body

You

Will not find
The body


Oh

Walking

Behind you
Waiting
To take your soul


Waiting
For you to

Commit
That deadly sin


Walking
Behind you
Waiting

For you to die

Falling deep into dementia

Eyes sewn shut you'll cry for help
One by one these dreams are cut
Wishing for this pain to end