Death's Snare

A faceless man with dark robe is walkin' beside my grave

I'm hearin' hisses and whispers nigh it's kinda so strange

I'm tryin' to get out my pall i keep to feel my body is poled

I've used to need some heat because everybody here was cold

I never been on the shelf because even the shelf was totally broke

I've always felt kinda croaked cause everything made me croak

I've tried to kill myself at seven because no one was here to listen

I learned the hardest part of lesson no one would be here to hold

I've jumped a lot from hill to hill and every hill of them was like hell

I've jumped and fell and broke my leg but i had to rise and find myself

I've spent many years inside my cell to pay the price for my sore-ness

I've walked alone in different routes at every route they had to leave

I've looked up and beneath my feet it was so salt to water my seed

I had to dig and clean the grime cause livin' in mire washed my mind

I've spent my life lookin' for means but the only fact i had realized

That everybody is fake and base untill the snare of death arrive

“So when the faceless man returned he bowed and whispered sublime,

I’ve waited long to drag you down but you outlived the end of time.