I feel the cold breath on my nape A spectral kiss, a dreadful shape. The rhythm speeds, the bass drum pounds, My reality is breaking down. A thousand needles pierce the dark, Another wound, another mark. I'm losing grip, I'm fading slow, I'm caught within the undertow.

Don't like, don't follow, don't like! Hate!

I need to leave now, gotta go! This is the final undertow. I need to leave now, gotta go! A final tear before the snow. I need to leave now, gotta go! My spirit screams, my body low. I need to leave now, gotta go! The end is here, the final show.

The cold breath on my nape is rot, A freezer burn on what I've got. These bugs beneath the flesh now breed, Injecting poison, taking seed. My lungs are flayed, a rasping sound, The air I breathe is toxic ground. A shattered heart, a meat cleave blow, The chambers rupture, watch it flow.

I drag the numb legs, leaden weights, Collapsing through the iron gates. The world is fading, dull and grey, I cannot hear what doctors say. Just static hiss where sounds should be, Deafness claims the rest of me. The trembling hand claws at the void, A final function now destroyed.

Don't like, don't follow, don't like! Hate!

I need to leave now, gotta go! This is the final undertow. I need to leave now, gotta go! A final tear before the snow. I need to leave now, gotta go! My spirit screams, my body low. I need to leave now, gotta go! The end is here, the final show.

Leave now... gotta go... Farewell... the snow... I'm gone... let go... I need to leave now...

Don't like, don't follow, don't like! Hate!