gone into the trap that you have made
crawling through the flies of this plague
my hate relives me
you are bound to meet me
so try to flee and you'll be gone, be gone, be gone
look at me and you'll be gone, be gone, be gone
try to flee and you'll be gone, be gone, be gone
if I don't wake up
tell me all the things that you want from me
make me believe what is underneath
take me away and then I'll be gone
if I don't wake up
my body aches
and is growing cold
I will feel no more
if I don't wake up
my body aches
and is growing cold
if I, if I don't wake up
when I close my eyes all that I see
is the end of you, the end of me
each time that I astray
I look outside and see my grave
where is the exit?