Grave Concern

Somebody screaming that the end is nigh

Never seen nobody with hopes so high

Uneasy feeling creeping up on me

Justify a weary trinity

And I can hardly contain my joy

Let me hear just a little bit more

Will it’s release ever set me free

Creepy feeling easing up on me

And I'm covered in a shroud of mediorocrity

No entery to the place were answers lie

It’s a language unavaliable to you and I

And I can hardly contain my joy

Let me hear just a little bit more

Will it’s release ever set me free

Does it devour everything I beleive

Every fear and superstition I breed

I can hardly contiain my

Sliding now... goodbye hesitation and doubt

Sliding down... donw the hollow that swallows the rules that I follow

Is there a turnaround?

Will a spirit rise from the courpse that’s been rotting in the ground?