I am the hunter the hare led I am the victim in my own head Drowning from dim illusions Battling my faceless demons Fell in the grave I dug Trapped in the stone-thick mud Encased in a wooden jail Scratching out nail by nail The filthy air pulls out quickly and I cannot breath My lungs fill with anxiety and my mind with grief Race with every second, fall on the porch of hell Stuck between two world's border drenched in sulphuric smell