The 11th Hour - In The Silent Grave
Ed:
Morning light bleeds into my room
As i ponder my impending doom
I almost long to be interred
My shameful tale will go unheard
In the silent grave
Rogga:
After all we are nothing
But a speck in death?s design
Breathing, choking, what?s the use in trying
To hang on to this farce called life
Ed:
Graveyard skies and flesh that died
Soon i?ll take my place alongside
The guilty soul that dwell down here
End my sorrow, bury my fear
In the silent grave
Rogga:
What?s the use in lingering
Just like the memories of the dead
Haunting, cursing, my entire being
Won?t someone lift my useless body-
- from this god damn bed
Rogga: you won?t find peace among the worms,
Ed: ? in the silent grave
Rogga: no salvation in this dirt
Ed: ? in the silent grave
Letras The 11th Hour