| Finally, dying day come and gone,
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| Inside your grave you lay at the break of dawn,
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| Now you find, your soul hasn’t left this hallowed ground,
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| Spirit screams for judgment but makes no sound
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| Agnostic beliefs when you had been living,
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| Beg for judgment and the gods to be forgiving,
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| Physical body rots but not your soul,
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| Verdict limbo, eternally stuck within this hole,
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| (pre-chorus)
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| Down to where the damned dead dwell,
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| Never to see heaven or hell,
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| Death has given a cursed touch,
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| A cold casket you externally clutch
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| (chorus)
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| Claustrophobic Agnostic (4X)
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| DEAD !
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| Externally, trying to break but there’s no hope,
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| For heaven, or hell you wearily grope,
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| Inside this box, blackness is all you see,
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| Claustrophobic, you cannot ever be free,
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| If alive, you would change your ways,
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| Promise faith, and pray for days & days,
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| No longer, a living mortal being,
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| Fate sealed, perpetual darkness all you’re seeing.
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| (repeat) pre-chorus/chorus (repeat)
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| Blackness overwhelms — the odor of your rot,
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| Laying for ever within — a cemetery plot,
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| Hopelessness eternal companion — fills you with mortal dread,
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| Salvation never comes — claustrophobic agnostic dead. |