Death Grip

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