The souls of the dead
Screaming to get out
Closed in
Within four walls
No light to see
No room to escape
No one can save them
Because you are trapped too
No one can hear you
No one can see you
No one can help you
In the dawn of your demise
When the hour strikes
The hour of the dead
The bugs of death
Will decent for their pray
You can scream
You can cry
You can pound on the never-ending space
But when it is your time
I will see the light leave your eyes
