Every day I reach a little higher...
Because the walls all around me
Seem to grow overnight

Every day I smile a little wider...
Because the skin on my face
Grows thinner and tight

Why does this demon prey upon me?
When there's death and decay all around
Am I already there and don't know it?
Just a rot-crusted corpse in the ground?

But still...

Every day I see a little clearer...
Because the darkness behind me
Casts an ill beckoning light

Every day I feel a littler warmer...
Because the flames from the fire
Grow furious in height

Why does this hell stay upon me?
When there's sin and shame all around
Am I already one and don't know it?
Just a worm-feeding corpse in the ground?

But still...

Every day I get a littler stronger...
Because the weight of my sorrow
Is the source of my might

Every day I sink a little deeper...
Because my mis'ry and pain
Is what am I and I write

Why does this hand fall upon me?
When there's willing and waiting all around
Am I already marked and don't know it?
Just a festering corpse in the ground?

But still...

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