Saturated in blood 

Standing still in fear 

Tears of those who mourn 

The breath of he who kills 

I feel it on my face 

My heart cries to speak 

My lungs gasp to breathe 

For he's got me by the throat 

His grip is on me 

Clutching me tight 

Shadowing black 

And holding me from God's light 

His grip is on me as dark as the night 

Spewing blasphemy and taking my sight 

He suffocates our life supply 

And manipulates the word by which we survive 

His voice deafens 

And silenced only in death