Thoroughly depressed
No one noticing...

Just a sentimental fool
Looking in the mirror...

Shake, shake, shake
Like you're dieing...

She doesn't think
That I can see...

Listen to the hope
Listen to the faith...

Tensions rise
As does my heart rate...

The smell of death
is rank in the air...

Slowly she stepped down the stairs
Hoping for a glimpse of the unknown...

Again into the Pit I walk, going even though with...
Soon to feel again the anger of those who create...

Back into the Pitt I walk
Going though with fear I balk...

It's all over
It's all done...

May God forgive you for what you've done,
Because I sure as hell won't...