Death's Grip

I can’t escape
Death surrounds me
Like a never-ending plague
I can’t breathe
The tragedies of life
Take my fucking breath away
I cannot speak

Bury me with all my mistakes
There’s still no God to rescue me
So give me one good reason as to why I should pray?
I can’t accept my fate, but I fear it’s too late
And now I see it coming for me
I’m next

I am next

I’m dark as night, brought out by the light
My crown of thorns, strikes fear by sight

I see the face of death
I can’t escape, it comes for me next
I feel the grip of death
As it takes hold of my fucking neck

The fog is so fucking thick, I feel my lungs collapse in my chest
Buried in the weight of all my mistakes and I’m lost in the depths of regret
For too long I’ve been consumed by the thought that I cannot forget
If only you could save me, I would cry out with my last dying breath

My last dying breath

Bury me
With all my mistakes
There’s no God to rescue me
So why should I pray?
Why don’t you bury me
With all my mistakes
There’s no God to rescue me
So why should I pray?

There’s no God to rescue me so why should I pray?

I see the face of death
I can’t escape, it comes for me next
I feel the grip of death
As it takes hold of my fucking neck

I see the face of death
I can’t escape, it comes for me next
I feel the grip of death
As it takes hold of my fucking neck