Oubliette Lyrics

So cold, Pitch Black

No sleep, Can't stand

Stone walls, Wet floor

No lamp, No door

Trapped in, the depths

Of a dark abyss

That contorts

My mind

A tight space, of self hate

Like growing decay

Fills my

Oubliette

Hungry, So Hungry

Nothing, There's nothing

Just mould and bugs

That watch over me

Trapped in, the depths

Of a dark abyss

That contorts

My mind

A tight space, of self hate

Like growing decay

Fills my

Oubliette

The shadows

They stare, They laugh

They scream at me

I cry and hide

Help me

Trapped in, the depths

Of a dark abyss

That contorts

My mind

A tight space, of self hate

Like growing decay

Fills my

Oubliette