Tremors

I will never die Standing brilliantly in my pile of despair I trust the lie Building a temple of fear Nails in my coffin Writhing in the pain I brought upon myself Living amounts to nothing Plunging face first in my private Hell Feel the arms are gripping tighter Pulling me into this nightmare Gates of Hell are shining brighter My final gaze will be this blind stare Trembling in my dreams Crushed under the pain I must bear Anguish muffled screams I sold my soul now it’s the Devil’s mark I wear Feel the arms are gripping tighter Pulling me into this nightmare Gates of Hell are shining brighter My final gaze will be this blind stare Tremors As life crumbles before my eyes Tremors As my humanity finally dies