Hell's Grasp

Underneath the wheels
Watch the sun start to fade
Hold near indignant vitriol
In twilight's mournful haze

Come nothing, come surreal
I'll follow, lead the way
But what could you offer
Inside this barren place?

You know

One so blessed to haunt
You can tell me how to feel
Spent life on this cross
No, not another day

You know

No less real
No less real
Through the blood and my wickedness
No less real