Finally, dying day come and gone,
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Inside your grave you lay at the break of dawn,
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Now you find, your soul hasn't left this hallowed ground,
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Spirit screams for judgment but makes no sound
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Agnostic beliefs when you had been living,
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Beg for judgment and the gods to be forgiving,
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Physical body rots but not your soul,
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Verdict limbo, eternally stuck within this hole,
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[pre-chorus]
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Down to where the damned dead dwell,
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Never to see heaven or hell,
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Death has given a cursed touch,
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A cold casket you externally clutch
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[chorus]
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Claustrophobic Agnostic <i>[4X]
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DEAD !
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Externally, trying to break but there's no hope,
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For heaven, or hell you wearily grope,
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Inside this box, blackness is all you see,
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Claustrophobic, you cannot ever be free,
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If alive, you would change your ways,
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Promise faith, and pray for days & days,
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No longer, a living mortal being,
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Fate sealed, perpetual darkness all you're seeing.
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[(repeat) pre-chorus/chorus (repeat)]
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Blackness overwhelms - the odor of your rot,
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Laying for ever within - a cemetery plot,
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Hopelessness eternal companion - fills you with mortal dread,
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Salvation never comes - claustrophobic agnostic dead.
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Claustrophobic Agnostic Dead
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| Broken Hope |
