Fight or flight Damage assessment, fuck no it might be crohns A constant fear The end is near, the existentialist cries Turns out, not what was expected One disease to rule them all You can get it just by breathing Better hold your goddamn breath Times up boys Wish I wouldn't have been such a coward Oh well Brain-dead void Blackness fills the light that once shown Endless pain Veins of water freeze in the storm Slow death, or self-immolation A fire's worth a thousand words Bending at my knees and praying Hell has got some room for more No time to suffer let's get quick with it Put the needle in, make me sick with it I will show you fear and a handful of dust Ashes to ashes, blood and rust Black Ice For those sentenced to death, make a confession