One Foot In The Grave

Let me tell you a tragedy
That will surely frighten
You out of your skin

There once was god-fearing man
Who unfortunately
Woke up stone cold dead

I’ve got one foot in the grave
And in it’s shackles I’m enslaved
But here I lie
With opened eyes

The pearly gates turned me away
In this sarcophagus I lay
No longer dead
But I am void of breath

I can feel the cold night air
I can feel the decay there
I can feel it in the wind
In death I have born again

Gather round to hear a bleak tale
In harrowing detail
Of the utmost suffering

There once was a bizarre outcast
A bedeviled lost soul
Searching for his end

The grim reaper snuck up on me
When I most unsuspecting
With his scythe in hand
A my life in remand

The heavens didn’t accept me
The spit me out and let me be
I am deceased
But I can’t rest in peace

I can feel the cold night air
I can feel the decay there
I can feel it in the wind
In death I have born again

In truth, I fear
This life appears
In death
Exiled from eternity

So it appears
This life, I fear
In death
Ostracized from mortality

The grim reaper snuck up on me
When I most unsuspecting
With his scythe in hand
A my life in remand

I’ve got one foot in the grave
And in it’s cruel shackles I’m enslaved
But here I lie
With opened eyes

The heavens didn’t accept me
The spit me out and let me be
I am deceased
But I can’t rest in peace

I can feel the cold night air
I can feel the decay there
I can feel it in the wind
In death I have born again