Echoes howl, whispers scream
The voice of the sandman haunts my dreams
As I walk through my concrete tomb .........I shall fear no evil.

There's no reprieval.

Holy tears splash my face
My heart sprinting at a cheetahs pace
Chains of leather hold me to blame
Like a shackled animal ........ trapped in a cage.

A man with a book in his hand
Speaks of God, and the promised land
He says my father loves me, forgiveness I shall have
When I meet my maker at the promised land.

A Feeling of burning........Rats gnawing at my veins
As the hand of justice injects me with pain.
A Feeling of burning........Rats gnawing at my veins
As the hand of justice infects with pain.

As they lay me down to sleep
A tear of fear evil weeps
But here lies a tortured soul......with a mind full of hate.
As a man with a book in his hand prepares me for my fate.

But hatred still haunts me deep within
I don't need the good book ..... I really don't want forgiving

But as they lay me down to sleep a tear of fear evil weeps
As they lay me down to sleep a tear of fear
Evil weeps

As they lay me down