7.The Throes of Misery
No sleep tonight my bones they ache
Wont relent wont let slumber take me in
Minds broken down, inside its shell
Wont return, wont keep madness on its knees
As the moonlight hits my eyes
The pain for what Ive lost wont let me be
A madman on the run, chasing freedom
Though I know its out of reach
And as the cold it stings the flesh and clangs the teeth
To struggle on keeps death at bay it slows defeat
For a sin to drag me down into the deep
It must be worth its weight in gold
Hell reaps what mad men sow
My hatred grows, it builds up steam
Wont diminish when in the throes of misery
To waver now, admit defeat, forfeit life
Makes a coward out of me
Tunneled visions of my past
Keep me focused strong and steady in the knees
Understand the task at hand
Though it feeds on me like some sort of disease
| 
