From the Gutter to the Grave Lyrics

Inside this perverse mind believing all of its own lies

No moral compass hides behind these cemetery eyes

Slowly crawling the days, and to this hell I am a slave

On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave

Down in a vertigo slide, no getting off this haunted ride

No clawing to survive within this sarcophagus bind

This fog was once just a haze, and still in hell I am a slave

On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave

So, in the rotten mind believing none of its own lies

It melts away with time and never stops to wonder why

Lie on edge of the blade, and still in hell remain a slave

On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave

A hollow, bankrupt shell, eyes pop as brain starts to swell

Dead bastard by day, the mausoleum my night

The constant torment of pain, still in hell I am a slave

On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave

I can't sleep in my bed because of unrelenting dread

Nothing more to be said, I'm on my way to being dead

Torment's end I pray, eternal hell I am a slave

On my way to the grave, from the gutter to the grave