Save your breath for the silence,
Save your words for the black,
Speak your words if there you last,
And scream if you want to.

No, get out of my head
I wont give in to your rotten ways
Neither will I drift into your world
The serpent servants are tearing
Stretching my skin to tight to breath
I wont give in.

Putrid stench of the fowl
Their all around me
I can't escape their grip, monsters from below
A thousand hands pull at me
I can't escape there grip
Their all around me, Monsters from below

The serpent servants are tearing
Stretching my skin to tight to breath
I wont give in.

Putrid stench of the fowl
Their all around me
I can't escape their grip, monsters from below
A thousand hands pull at me
I can't escape there grip
Their all around me, Monsters from below

Straight into the arms of the disease.