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CLINICAL DEATH WAS A TICKET FOR YOU

TO THE SILENCE SIX FEET UNDER

HANDS ARE HAMMERING THE APPALLING PRISON

AND THE SANITY SLOWLY LEAVES YOU

FEEBLE TWINKLES OF SINISTER LIGHTS

DEAF ECHO ANSWERS TO YOUR SCREAMS

EACH NAIL IN THE GHASTLY DUNGEON

YOU FEEL LIKE INCANDESCENT LEAD

TANGLED IN A SHROUD YOU SEE THE LIFE

SMILES, TEARS, LUCK AND SORROW

PAINLESS SPASM TWISTS YOUR LIPS TO SMILE

MAYBE DEATH IS SIMILAR TO SWEET SLUMBER

YOUR BODY SLOWLY GETS STIFF AND COOL

WATER DOZES THROUGH THE CASKET CHINKS

AND DRENCHES YOUR FACE LIKE TEARS

LIKE YOU MOURN AND CRY FOR YOURSELF