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