In the Silent Grave - The 11Th Hour

Morning light bleeds into my room

As I ponder my impending doom

I almost long to be interred

My shameful tale will go unheard

In the silent grave

After all we are nothing

But a speck in death’s design

Breathing, choking, what’s the use in trying

To hang on to this farce called life

Graveyard skies and flesh that died

Soon I’ll take my place alongside

The guilty soul that dwell down here

End my sorrow, bury my fear

In the silent grave

What’s the use in lingering

Just like the memories of the dead

Haunting, cursing, my entire being

Won’t someone lift my useless body-

— from this God Damn Bed

You won’t find peace among the worms

… in the silent grave

No salvation in this dirt

… in the silent grave