Unable to retain my vision
Clashing against bricks
A sense of being lost in the woods
Feels like the twilight eclipse,
Staying alive will not do
So I slay my soul with the sword of doom.
Gloomy lights cover the moon...
A parade of dead fumes past through,
The thought of a young life dying to soon
Coming my way are,
Distorted people in animal costumes
they're taking my dead body that reeks of Perfume,
To a dark place I can only assume