The Black Dahlıa Murder - Every Rope A Noose

Every rope a noose
and each knives blade a truth
each day greyer than before
unwelcome life long in the tooth
colors marred and queer
ambitions disappear
the walls of shame are closing in
you're fading fast
you just can't breathe anymore
can you feel your skin yet turning cold
the rigor mortis is stiffening

It's a dead life in this cold dead world
so sink those rotten teeth right in let the disease within unfurl
wrapped in silence bittersweet
a trigger pull salvation complete

each stifled morn' the last
coin to ferryman passed
a tasteless tongue wags from your mouth
by plight of life crushed in its grasp
eyes of blind blink not brought forth on earth to rot
Irreparably they've damaged you an empty shell
you just can't be anymore
no one can hear your death knell ringing cold
embrace your own insignificance

pale skin feels paper thin
weathered by erosive days raped of all of its innocence
unending waves of self-disdain
tormented an existence in vain

that weight which bends our spines
inherit ancient strife
struggling to stay alive as we anxiously deflate
sheer madness fills our veins
hell beckons with flickering flames
from ‘neath headstone with no name
all that's left to be
is dead and free
dead and free from this pain
dead and cold
frozen stiff