From the Gutter to the Grave
Journey of Desolation: From Abyss to Oblivion
Lyrics
Inside this perverse mind believing all of its own lies
Believing in its own falsehoods, trapped in a distorted mindset
No moral compass hides behind these cemetery eyes
No sense of moral direction behind these eyes that reflect a cemetery's emptiness
Slowly crawling the days, and to this hell I am a slave
Days pass slowly, feeling enslaved within a hellish existence
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
Heading towards death, transitioning from a state of deprivation to the grave
Down in a vertigo slide, no getting off this haunted ride
In a downward spiral, unable to escape this haunting and unsettling journey
No clawing to survive within this sarcophagus bind
No ability to fight for survival, trapped within a coffin-like confinement
This fog was once just a haze, and still in hell I am a slave
Previously unclear situation now feels more oppressive, still feeling enslaved in a hellish state
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
Continuing the journey towards death, from a lowly state to the grave
So, in the rotten mind believing none of its own lies
Disbelieving the corrupted thoughts, dissolving away without contemplation
It melts away with time and never stops to wonder why
Disintegration over time without pondering the reasons for it
Lie on edge of the blade, and still in hell remain a slave
Lying at the brink, yet remaining enslaved in a hellish condition
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
Continuing the path to the grave, from a desolate state to death
A hollow, bankrupt shell, eyes pop as brain starts to swell
An empty, bankrupt existence, experiencing mental and physical distress
Dead bastard by day, the mausoleum my night
Living life as a dead person during the day, finding solace in the mausoleum at night
The constant torment of pain, still in hell I am a slave
Enduring constant agony, still feeling enslaved in a state akin to hell
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
Continuing the journey towards death, from suffering to the grave
I can't sleep in my bed because of unrelenting dread
Unable to rest due to overwhelming fear and anxiety
Nothing more to be said, I'm on my way to being dead
No more words to express, heading steadily towards death
Torment's end I pray, eternal hell I am a slave
Hoping for an end to torment, but still feeling enslaved in an eternal hell
On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave
Continuing the journey towards death, from a deprived state to the grave
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