'Twas cold in the dark
When I found myself in the graveyard
I could feel the energy
From every rotting corpse beneath me.
I made my way to a pew in the church
And asked the graven images on the walls
Why it fucking hurts.
Answer me!
This power I feel
Coursing through my veins
Is more than I can take.
Answer me!
I will never be free of pain.
It crushes my bones
Between tectonic plates
And shifts my world
Sporadically.
I used to be
Afraid of the dark
Then I grew up and my nightmares grew with me.
I can hardly bear
To breathe when I sleep.
My eyes are open wide
But I can't see a thing.
All I see is white.
I can't fucking wait to die.
Sweet spirit
Angel of death
Grace my doorstep.