Below
by Creatures· from Self-Titled 7"
Hatred, it brews inside as the face of my fears opens it's eyes. It speaks to me in unfamiliar tongues Ive tried to escape but I could never run. Tortured by what's inside my head, I always said I'd be better off dead. I can't take the heat, or so I'm told. Fortunately for me my soul's gone cold. below. my soul has been torn apart. I've tried to resist but it's too hard. face to face with the beast. I've been dragged down underneath. illusion's taken hold of me. I can't seem to break free. we fear the thought of dying, but it's only the dead who are smiling.