Grave Concern
Somebody screaming that the end is nigh
Never seen nobody with hopes so high
Uneasy feeling creeping up on me
Justify a weary trinity
And I can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
Will it’s release ever set me free
Creepy feeling easing up on me
And I'm covered in a shroud of mediorocrity
No entery to the place were answers lie
It’s a language unavaliable to you and I
And I can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
Will it’s release ever set me free
Does it devour everything I beleive
Every fear and superstition I breed
I can hardly contiain my
Sliding now... goodbye hesitation and doubt
Sliding down... donw the hollow that swallows the rules that I follow
Is there a turnaround?
Will a spirit rise from the courpse that’s been rotting in the ground?