I'm Always searching for the harmony Between life and death Heaven is dark, and hell is cold Born to rot, I sold my soul Sold my soul to my vices Sold my soul to the hurt Set aflame by sacrifices Return my body to the dirt All your dreams in the cradle To the last call from the crypt Every night I spend swallowed by venom Is just another view from the ditch The only constant is pain Every grave looks the same The only constant is pain The spectre of death bears my name There is no living without suffering I felt at home beneath the weight of my chains The taste of toxins still lives on my breath I refuse to run from life or death That with shape will one day break Choked by the smoke of the witch Every portrait in the coffin Is just a view from the ditch