Certain Choices, Certain Misery
Catch me please, before I fall to my death
This truth constantly drives me into madness
No point trying to hide
God knows what lies behind this
So it should be good?
I’m paralyzed by this apprehension
And I’ll then be forever blinded by tears
Sleeping is close to death, just a cousin
Fallen angels will whisper mortality futures to me
Souls begging at my feet
Who knew I would be this afraid?
Everyday has its own special apprehensive death
Voices beckon me upon my end
Don’t close your eyes; it would be turning out the lights
Death witnessed by my eyes then creeping beside me, I fear
I pray that I will be saved before I am undone
I can’t turn away
Temptation is all around
My punishment for all I have loved then forsaken
I am marooned in a chilling atmosphere, isolated
For in making the wrong election, I hear the demon audience applause
Such an ovation I hear to know I have fallen with them
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