Sense of Doom

The coldness of the world is sinking in
fought it back but it's hell-bent to win
my fellow man seems like an enemy
the scars run deep through my psyche
swept along by the flood tide
there's nothing left that feels like mine
struggle against it day after day
nothing seems to make it go away
negative thoughts inside my brain
contaminate driving me insane
the dead man's hand is what I draw
everything rots within death's claws
an overwhelming sense of Doom
overtakes slowly consumes
an overwhelming sense of Doom
an overwhelming sense of Doom
overtakes slowly consumes
an overwhelming sense of Doom
seems like I'm trapped in purgatory
I can see them but they can't see me
it's their world and no one reaches out
drowning in despair and doubt
halfway to dead and there's nothing left
the torment of enslavement till my final breath
a nightmare with no way to break get free
locked in existence of misery
an overwhelming sense of doom
overtakes slowly consumes
an overwhelming sense of doom
an overwhelming sense of doom
overtakes slowly consumes
an overwhelming sense of doom
coldness of the world will not sink in
I fight it back cuz I'm hell-bent to win
my fellow man is not my enemy
Time heals wounds and I'll be free
won't be caught in the flood tide
I'll hold strong to all that's mine
I'll overtake won't be consumed
Defeat
An overwhelming sense of doom