Death grip
No light, no peace, no god, no sleep
Death won’t miss, it just circles slow
Till you feel it grip, and it won’t let go
Cross hanging crooked, on a rearview frame
Pale horse calling your fucking name
Coffin closed and the pain still just won’t pass
You pray to your god but he don’t speak back
No light no peace no god no sleep
No-one to hear you scream
Six feet deep
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
