Texty: Obituary. Anthology. Back To One.

A stab in the back with a fearless knife
With no regard to an innocent life
Ruthlessly killing, what terrible fun
Now that you're falling, with nowhere to run

Back to the one who you fear is dead
The nightmare returns, so it's sliced through your head
Warmly embraced you will soon go away
The blood-soaked heads and the destitute say, say

Back to one

You're falling, you're falling to your death down below
You're dying it's pain no one will ever know
You're crawling toward the goodness of the light
You're crying out after those who may stop this fight