Egypt On Fire
Engraving the bone on the white hot throne
Charred remains in this pit you see
I fell through the floor stepping on a trap door
And there are snakes all around me
Red glowing eyes, trying to hypnotize me
If I don't find my way around
Their fangs are the test, black ornate key on the chest
I must keep my fear down
Walls closing in, I've been found guilty as sin
My bodily functions are screaming
You must set me free, you are no different than me
Can't take no more of this reaming
Dreaming the dream, this must be more than it seams
Is this all I desire?
Riches galore, but I'm still searching for more
It smells like Egypt on fire
There is no escape from this emotional rape
They have me locked in this Iron Maiden
No chance to repent, as from this world I am sent
I feel me consciousness fading
Losing my breath, I see a vision of death
His bony hand is an invitation
Am I heaven sent, or will forever be spent
In my eternal damnation
Copyright © Moose Polk | Year Posted 2005
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