as your head hit your forearms
the thought of hell comes to mind
the sound of fire and the visions of your past eats away at the sanity in
mind
you are trapped within your madness
the darkness covers up your face
you scramble thoughts of the present and the past and you reach for
the hands of the dead
reaching for the dead
chorus:
the thought of suicidal falls
know one listens to your calls
your reaching out for the dead
welcome to your death bed
verse: 2
Its impossible to beat us
hopless crys make us strong
we strive off the weak and we charish the burned as a life lesson never
learned
reaching for the dead
chorus:
the thought of suicidal falls
no one listens to your calls
your reaching out for the dead
welcome to your death bed
welcome to your death bed
your reaching out for the dead