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In the Cold Grip of MadnessI see a mirror to me and it's bleedingI watch my scenery twist and contort I always knew that one day they would come for me I see an opening door that wasn't there before And now I'm stumbling through the dead streets Apparitions hunt me like a dog I'm in the cold grip of madness I scream aloud but my cries they fall on the deaf ears of god Now I'm drowning in darkness Through corridors without end I will await my death in silence It's all too much to comprehend And now I'm stumbling through the dead streets Apparitions hunt me down like a dog Convulsing in the grip of madness I scream aloud but my cries they fall on the deaf ears of god If you want all your pain to end, here's what you gotta do; Just lay right down there in the dark, and let the reaper come for you |