Grave Concern

Somebody screaming that the end is nigh

Never seen nobody with hopes so high

Uneasy feeling creeping up on me

Justify a weary trinity

And I can hardly contain my joy

Let me hear just a little bit more

Will its release ever set me free

Creepy feeling easing up on me

And I'm covered in a shroud of mediocrity

No entry to the place where answers lie

It's a language unavailable to you and I

And I can hardly contain my joy

Let me hear just a little bit more

Will its release ever set me free

Does it devour everything I believe

Every fear and superstition I breed

I can hardly contain my

Sliding now - goodbye hesitation and doubt

Sliding down - down the hollow that swallows the rules that I follow

Is there a turnaround?

Will the spirit rise from a corpse that's been rotten' in the ground?

Sliding down - goodbye hesitation and doubt

Sliding down - down the hollow that swallows the rules that I follow

Is there a turnaround?

Will the spirit rise from a corpse that's been rotten' in the ground?