Song | Premature Burial |
Artist | Cloven Hoof |
Album | Resist Or Serve |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Accursed sleep, | |
with its glimpse of death. | |
Malignant midnight confined. | |
Against its grip, | |
insomnia keeps. | |
paranoia eroding my mind…Ooo! | |
All my life is just a mausoleum, | |
from the cradle to the grave. | |
Catalepsy, black Museum. | |
If I awake, | |
please save me! | |
Meticulous plans came to nothing, | |
laid to rest by sabotage. | |
Coffin walls hemmed in around me, lungs fit to burst enlarge. | |
Finger nails tearing at the ceiling, | |
blood pumping loud in my ears. | |
Fighting back the nausea in me, | |
choking back the strangled cries | |
and tears. | |
Is there anybody out there? | |
To answer my tortured prayer. | |
Don't let this be my passing, | |
free me from this nightmare. | |
Chorus | |
That's your funeral, | |
premature burial. | |
That's your funeral, | |
premature burial. | |
Left to rot under the soil, | |
claustrophobia running wild. | |
One match to light up the darkness, shrouding me reconciled. | |
Up above something is pounding, | |
calling louder spade crunching earth. Open up the lid of my salvation, | |
raised as I clamber to rebirth. | |
(Repeat bridge and chorus) | |
Who did this to me? | |
Infamous profanity. | |
Bloody vengeance is my right, | |
someone must pay the ultimate price tonight. | |
(Repeat bridge and chorus) |
Accursed sleep, | |
with its glimpse of death. | |
Malignant midnight confined. | |
Against its grip, | |
insomnia keeps. | |
paranoia eroding my mind Ooo! | |
All my life is just a mausoleum, | |
from the cradle to the grave. | |
Catalepsy, black Museum. | |
If I awake, | |
please save me! | |
Meticulous plans came to nothing, | |
laid to rest by sabotage. | |
Coffin walls hemmed in around me, lungs fit to burst enlarge. | |
Finger nails tearing at the ceiling, | |
blood pumping loud in my ears. | |
Fighting back the nausea in me, | |
choking back the strangled cries | |
and tears. | |
Is there anybody out there? | |
To answer my tortured prayer. | |
Don' t let this be my passing, | |
free me from this nightmare. | |
Chorus | |
That' s your funeral, | |
premature burial. | |
That' s your funeral, | |
premature burial. | |
Left to rot under the soil, | |
claustrophobia running wild. | |
One match to light up the darkness, shrouding me reconciled. | |
Up above something is pounding, | |
calling louder spade crunching earth. Open up the lid of my salvation, | |
raised as I clamber to rebirth. | |
Repeat bridge and chorus | |
Who did this to me? | |
Infamous profanity. | |
Bloody vengeance is my right, | |
someone must pay the ultimate price tonight. | |
Repeat bridge and chorus |
Accursed sleep, | |
with its glimpse of death. | |
Malignant midnight confined. | |
Against its grip, | |
insomnia keeps. | |
paranoia eroding my mind Ooo! | |
All my life is just a mausoleum, | |
from the cradle to the grave. | |
Catalepsy, black Museum. | |
If I awake, | |
please save me! | |
Meticulous plans came to nothing, | |
laid to rest by sabotage. | |
Coffin walls hemmed in around me, lungs fit to burst enlarge. | |
Finger nails tearing at the ceiling, | |
blood pumping loud in my ears. | |
Fighting back the nausea in me, | |
choking back the strangled cries | |
and tears. | |
Is there anybody out there? | |
To answer my tortured prayer. | |
Don' t let this be my passing, | |
free me from this nightmare. | |
Chorus | |
That' s your funeral, | |
premature burial. | |
That' s your funeral, | |
premature burial. | |
Left to rot under the soil, | |
claustrophobia running wild. | |
One match to light up the darkness, shrouding me reconciled. | |
Up above something is pounding, | |
calling louder spade crunching earth. Open up the lid of my salvation, | |
raised as I clamber to rebirth. | |
Repeat bridge and chorus | |
Who did this to me? | |
Infamous profanity. | |
Bloody vengeance is my right, | |
someone must pay the ultimate price tonight. | |
Repeat bridge and chorus |