the forcing walla are closing in

and the sky is still descending

the price for a life in sin

is beyond repair and mending

he can see it in the eyes

where life is slowly fading

it's not worth it to be nice

to a voice that's so evading

he pulls the trigger of his gun

the voice is so degrading

petrified he tries to run

the words reverberating...

he hears chanting choirs and voices at night

they're raging like fires but speaking so light

he wants to kill the past

to be alone at last

he takes a step into the brain

little there remaining

dissolving in the frozen rain

the voice is disengaging

he hears chanting choirs and voices at night

they're raging like fires but speaking so light

he wants to kill the past

to be alone at last