Hell's Grasp
Underneath the wheels
Watch the sun start to fade
Hold near indignant vitriol
In twilight's mournful haze
Come nothing, come surreal
I'll follow, lead the way
But what could you offer
Inside this barren place?
You know
One so blessed to haunt
You can tell me how to feel
Spent life on this cross
No, not another day
You know
No less real
No less real
Through the blood and my wickedness
No less real
Watch the sun start to fade
Hold near indignant vitriol
In twilight's mournful haze
Come nothing, come surreal
I'll follow, lead the way
But what could you offer
Inside this barren place?
You know
One so blessed to haunt
You can tell me how to feel
Spent life on this cross
No, not another day
You know
No less real
No less real
Through the blood and my wickedness
No less real
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Writer(s): Jon Gusman, Paul Aloisio
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