comatosed, know im close

to live or die, dream of crows,

twitching trying to turn my system on

looking at the old dying rose,

insane in mind, slave of my conjuring

i aint saint not, creatures talking

they satanize, bringing anger hate pain demise,

i cannot live with the pain,

deep in the darkness of blame

turn me to skeleton, rot and decay,¨

bring in the creature the scythe and a cape

fuck being alive imma turn in a ghost

haunted by memories of being a ghost

they pull me back everytime i get close

i cant be loved cause i crave it the most

dig my dig my dig my grave

pulling me back everytime i cant trust,

they never love me i'll turn into dust

take me take me take me to grave

i have the fact im alive and exist

call froim the abyss i cannot resist

gruesome entities, wolves howl

in the trees, my skin cold,

gonna freeze than wendigo will give me peace

gruesome entities, wolves howl

in the trees, my skin cold,

gonna freeze than wendigo will give me peace

the closer i get to my death,

less sicker then im gonna get,

im at the terminal end of my head,

demon is coming to dwell in my head