As I dance in the void toying with the fire, The final nail in the coffin, the funeral pyre. I am lost. I am gone. Devil sold my soul and I am finally done. Contagion leaked into the air I breathe. Please tell me what I've done. In the house of the dead, God has abandoned me. Call me on my death day Tell me it ends. Tell me that I'm broken, lonesome, Totem. I'm falling away. Revel in the rotting undead. Corpses rise from their death bed. The end of pain arrives, nails only scratch the surface. As I grasp for the air slowly losing control, I feel the weight of this world quickly taking its toll. Is this life, is this death, is this my last breath. I lay in this grave filling this hellhole. The look of fear inspiring the grave digger. Take me down to the depths, where it's much clearer. I am lost. I am gone. A cold dead hand pulls me downwards to take me home. Call me on my death day Tell me it ends. Tell me that I'm broken, lonesome, Totem I'm falling away An early grave is what I crave. Take me deeper and deeper. God has lied to me. God has lied to me. Hear the bell tolls of weeping widows. Grasping for the air. Bury me. Low.