11th Hour In The Silent Grave
Morning light moves into my room
As I ponder my impending doom
I almost long to be answered
My shameful tale will go unheard
In the silent grave
After all we are Nothing
But a spec in death's design
Fading, choking, whats the use in trying
To hang on to this force called life
Graveyard skies, and flesh that died
Soon I'll take my place alongside
The guilty souls that dwell down here
And my sorrow buried my fear in the silent grave
Whats the use in lingering
Just like the memories of the dead
Haunting, chasing my entire (?)
But someone left my useless body
To this darkened grave(?)
You won't find peace among the worms
In the silent grave
No salvation in this dirt
In the silent grave
(x6)
