Funeral Service IV

Another lost cause, not a friendly man
Wolf around sheep, never gave a damn
Reaching for some help and I'll break ya hand
Stop from me from myself, I'm afraid I can't (Is that scary?)
Stuck in my mind, it's the worst shit
I know no concept of perfect
Let alone concepts of purpose
I just see pictures of hearses
Me inside, no escape
Haunted by Satan's face
Abyss I go, seal my fate
Heaven's gates, rust away
Like my skin and my bones, I ain't meant to be
Graveyard voice saying they missing me
Heaven or hell, maybe in between
Trapped in a shell for infinity, yuh