Back on Top - Obituary

A stab in the back with a fearless knife

With no regard to an innocent life

Ruthlessly killing, what terrible fun

Now that you’re falling, with nowhere to run

Back to the one who you fear is dead

The nightmare returns, so it’s sliced through your head

Warmly embraced you will soon go away

The blood-soaked heads and the destitute say, say

Back to one

You’re falling, you’re falling to your death down below

You’re dying it’s pain no one will ever know

You’re crawling toward the goodness of the light

You’re crying out after those who may stop this fight