The View from Halfway Down Songtext
von Festergore

I raise the loaded gun to my mouth
Trigger is squeezed my fate is set
Now all I can do is try to forget

I awake in a cold and frantic sweat
My nightmare burning like a fresh cigarette
Setting in as I stare into my eyes
Is the reality I′ve met my demise


I scream out with with futility
As they look with animosity
They hear me not; to the depths I do drown out
Watching me die from a view halfway down
My tomb slow descends to the earth at
Deaths last judge prepares me for beyond
But in Hell: not Heaven I shall rebirth

My corpse rots and sulks in the ground
My memories lost to the sands of time
The living have left; not a soul is found
They'll forget me and my crime