the forcing walls are closing in 

and the sky is still descending 

the price for a life in sin 

is beyond repair and mending 



he can see it in the eyes 

where life is slowly fading 

it's not worth it to be nice 

to a voice that's so evading 



he pulls the trigger of his gun 

the voice is so degrading 

petrified he tries to run 

the words reverberating 



he hears chanting choirs and voices at night 

they're raging like fires but speaking so light 

he wants to kill the past 

to be alone at last 



he takes a step into the brain 

little there remaining 

dissolving in the frozen rain 

the voice is disengaging 



he hears chanting choirs and voices at night 

they're raging like fires but speaking so light 

he wants to kill the past 

to be alone at last