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Here it comes.. Just like before..
Standing here, waitingfor whats in store

Sweat forming, head pounding, man this is hell.
Eyes heavy, things blurry, this cannot go well.

Feels like fire spreading through my veins.
I dont think I can get through this pain.

Hands shaking, walls quaking, this hell is just too real.

Fire licks the walls as smoke chokes the lungs.
Charred limbs dangle from where theyre hung.

Angels cry in the distance, blood is drained.
Goblets filled to the full, bodies fall as it rains.

This feeling, it feels too real, this feeling I have, just like before.
Just lie down, give up, nothings left of this world.

Here it comes, killing on its way,
Only death can sooth this pain.

Quickly, kill me, before it arrives,
This thriving, living hell of mine.

Closer, it gets me, to insanity,
Save me, kill me, please.

This thing called hell, how do I escape?
Bodies sweat together, time fades away.

Reap the heavens dry of life,
Or take it quickly with a knife.

A sin can only go so far,
Lets do them all, altogether now.

Closer, it gets me, to my whats known as Hell,
Pain filled screams, from where, I can't tell.

Redemption is long gone, nothing left for me here,
Closer it gets me, without fear.

This life of mine, down the drain it goes,
Constant pain is all I know.