Demiurg The Cold Hand Of Death
It chews me from inside,
the feeling there's no meaning...
No meaning to this life
Awaken into a morning of inanity,
wide open to a world of insanity
Just like a spike,
inserted in my brain,
the gnawing feeling that all is inane
Awaken into a morning of inanity,
wide open to a world of insanity
Trapped in a life of still waters,
threading the same path another day
Its like being drowned,
over and over and over again
Awaiting a death you fear,
feeling the end that is drawing near
The cold claw of something ýnknown,
crouch in your house nothing saves you now...
Fisted by the cold hand of death
