Postmortem

Funeral held for the depression of man

Holds the key to his own death

Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived

Tighten the tourniquet around your neck

Sifting away the debris of hated life

Cold touch of death begins to chill your spine

Seeking life beyond your perishment

Repeating words echoing through your mind

Chanting lines of blind witchery

To save yourself from extinction

Wanting to die is your reason to live

New life born from the oppressed

Taste your blood as it trickles through the air

Another casualty beyond the shadows you fall

Losing ground, the fate you feel it draws near

Fatality, reality, you await the final call