Come on In

A sense a smell a moving field,
 of loss and grief and disbelief
 Brave new child new floods of hate,
 downward spiral of life and death
 Caress the hero and abort the rest,
 behind walls of sins and hate
 A new found pleasure of pain and relief,
 in 40 feet of mud and blood
 So come on in
 Just come on in
 So come on in
 Into the black, the black hole of my soul
 So come on in
 Just come on in
 So come on in
 There is no light, in the end of the tunnel
 So come on in
 Just come on in
 So come on in
 Into the black, the black hole of my soul
 So come on in
 Just come on in
 So come on in
 There is no light, in the end of the tunnel