Disease infiltrates through my skin and flesh
Intestines are slowly minced into pulpy mess
Putrefaction raises a deathly scent
Not dead yet, though I am putrescent
I hope I pass away before I wake
Can't live another day with this deepening ache
Howling night wind feels
Like a call from beyond
I see the hook in the ceiling
Where the rope belongs
Last rites, final sight, fading light
Step inside the endless night, suicide
Step inside the endless night
Step inside the endless night
