I am the hunter the hare led
I am the victim in my own head
Drowning from dim illusions
Battling my faceless demons
Fell in the grave I dug
Trapped in the stone-thick mud
Encased in a wooden jail
Scratching out nail by nail
The filthy air pulls out quickly and I cannot breath
My lungs fill with anxiety and my mind with grief
Race with every second, fall on the porch of hell
Stuck between two world's border drenched in sulphuric smell