Echos of the noiseless cry

Living life in a perfect state of mind
Will only destroy.. hate.. demine

The fact that when you take advantage of something lost
That will never free the person or the cost

Oh this youthful aweful demise
Pounding music refusing to cease, deeper.. deep.. this felling low

The feeling down deep, away and lost, deep in the bones
Bells chime left and right

Ghostly echoes of a womans voice murmur, shrike
As it feels void rooms, inch by inch

You cant help but feel deaths pinch
As it hits the extreme low

The denseness never stopping, it grows!
Watching by, with eyes filled.. human… these tears

Deep back into the lost hole he must go, before an echo lets go
-Undertaker