Growing Colder - Final Prayer

I´ve lost consciousness from the course I´ve

lost consciousness from the course Unconciousness

As they scream my name

I woke up in a cold sweat by

relentless beating and pain suffer and survive

I am cold

I am cold and growing colder

I have nothing

nothing left to give

I´m strapped to a chair in this room motionless

As I scream my pain

They go on with the torture

seperating body and mind begging for relief

I am cold

I am cold and growing colder I have nothing —

nothing left to give

Death would be my saviour as the lights start to dim I have lost all

my hope reality is looking grim Death

would be my saviour Reality is looking grim