Deathcore Song

The void in your soul is encompassing

ENTRUSTING.

It tears you wide,

splits a hole deep inside

of you.

Battles within

keep you on the verge of sin!

TEETERING

EVERYDAY!

CLOSER

TO DEATH!

Burning within

keeps your eyes

safe from sin.

there's a hole where your soul should be

taking control of me.

dead is decaying,

and you keep on praying

THIS WON'T TAKE YOUR LIFE!

GRIM SEES ALL!

KNOWS ALL!

TELLS ALL!

TO DEATH!

he's the black in your heart

your missing rib

the apple you gave to eve

he's been watching you carefully.

waiting

for you to slip.

waiting,

for you to trip and fall.

for you to bite your lip.

This is his moment,

TO STRIKE YOU WHERE YOU FALL!

BRING THE HAMMER DOWN!

the blackness within

tears your soul limb from limb

AND EVERYDAY!

WE'RE TEETERING CLOSER,

TO DEATH!