Texty: Obituary. Gates to Hell.

I know that in the depths beneath

Guilty are the saved.

I know living through pain

You will obey. you lie.

Living out this day your body begins to rot.

Low down here beneath living is dying.

Woe can feed by thoughts of the dead.

Find your way to escape. you cant even try, try.

Enter the gates to hell.

It is. is where we must dwell.

Fear, fear of fate, then your fate is getting , is getting
into grind.

Even as weve begun youre decomposing as youre dying.

When youre paying for life after life.

Thoughts are incinerated. life is a crime.

Burning out.