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.