Your chains have shackled you down,
on the lowest form of life
the whore you've become
is worse then the fucking
maggots that crawl apon you like a knife
One more week!
With no Sleep
I cant seem to rest
while thinking of death!

Tonight I have found my bed
Slian apon an angles lie
I just cant help to smile
at the this funeral


I walk forth in to the darkness
of the devouring blackness of hell
ONE MORE WEEK!
WITH NO SLEEP!
I cant seem to rest
Knowing that i'll wake up dead!