Crypt Seeker
Hidden, are the facts of life
A cold fate is no surprise
Foreboding, an end with one more sin
Waste away in your coffin
I will pull you up from the ground and drag back down
This is not the last you'll see of me
Alone in the crypt while the days pass by
Count down as the fear rattles through your spine
Wake up, your life is falling apart
These skeletons tell tall tales
Whispers quickly turn to screams
A warning, you don't belong here
Torchlight goes dim
In a crypt so grim
I will pull you up from the ground and drag back down
This is not the last you'll see of me
Alone in the crypt while the days pass by
Count down as the fear rattles through your spine
Wake up, your life is falling apart
These skeletons tell tall tales
This dismal dominion
Pervades my volition
Demented and addled my brain
Has festered in remission
I covet for the sweet embrace of death
For I fail to abscond this cognitive hell
I long for the comfort of my final dying breath
Laced with the lust of my failure
If these walls could talk they would lose their foundation
If the dead could speak they would pray for salvation
If these walls could talk they would lose their foundation
If the dead could speak they would pray for salvation
A cold fate is no surprise
Foreboding, an end with one more sin
Waste away in your coffin
I will pull you up from the ground and drag back down
This is not the last you'll see of me
Alone in the crypt while the days pass by
Count down as the fear rattles through your spine
Wake up, your life is falling apart
These skeletons tell tall tales
Whispers quickly turn to screams
A warning, you don't belong here
Torchlight goes dim
In a crypt so grim
I will pull you up from the ground and drag back down
This is not the last you'll see of me
Alone in the crypt while the days pass by
Count down as the fear rattles through your spine
Wake up, your life is falling apart
These skeletons tell tall tales
This dismal dominion
Pervades my volition
Demented and addled my brain
Has festered in remission
I covet for the sweet embrace of death
For I fail to abscond this cognitive hell
I long for the comfort of my final dying breath
Laced with the lust of my failure
If these walls could talk they would lose their foundation
If the dead could speak they would pray for salvation
If these walls could talk they would lose their foundation
If the dead could speak they would pray for salvation
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Writer(s): Clint Franklin
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