6 acessos
The voice inside succeeds
The quiet whispers have now turned to violent screams
Spoken in serpent tongues
The poison grips and rips the very air from my lungs
I can’t get away
I’m digging graves for me and my friends
There’s no rest for the wicked now
My demons whisper to me, chain me to the ground
Burning under the sun
The poison grips and rips the very air from my lungs
I’m digging graves for me and my friends
Giving in to this voice is a choice that I make
Buried in my body like a casket now
I’ll see you in the ground, see you in the ground
I’m digging graves for me and my friends
I’ll see you in the ground