Black Ice - Call of the Void

Fight or flight

Damage assessment, fuck no it might be crohns

A constant fear

The end is near, the existentialist cries

Turns out, not what was expected

One disease to rule them all

You can get it just by breathing

Better hold your goddamn breath

Times up boys

Wish I wouldn’t have been such a coward

Oh well

Brain-dead void

Blackness fills the light that once shown

Endless pain

Veins of water freeze in the storm

Slow death, or self-immolation

A fire’s worth a thousand words

Bending at my knees and praying

Hell has got some room for more

No time to suffer let’s get quick with it

Put the needle in, make me sick with it

I will show you fear and a handful of dust

Ashes to ashes, blood and rust

Black Ice

For those sentenced to death, make a confession