Witness Your Own Oblivion

Relieve, the realm of the dead & In complete darkness you awaken & Not knowing where you are & Breathing tastes thin and dry & Your primal fear begins to stir & Helpless awaiting the reaper to come & Fighting against the nothingness & A thousand colours surrounding you & Relieve, the realm of the dead & Tasting blood coming & from under your nails just makes you aware & All the scratches in the wood mark your final attempt & Tasting blood coming & from under your nails just makes you insane & Being just six feet underground & Still an escape cannot be done & Heavily breathing your last breath & Your face expressing it all & Witness your own oblivion now