Deep down in my throat
I taste the bitterest hope
I taste a decayed breath
deep down my sore chest.
Deep down the silent soil
I hear the vague turmoil
I hear a scratch for air
deep down my rotten lair.
Deep down my lifeless rest
I sense their demonic pest
I sense I am tied and dead
deep down my wooden bed.
And deeper down I look alone
I sing along my spirit's moan
I sing along its bleak fright
and deeper down I sleep tonight.