Ominous silence of the impending doom,
walls came alive and they narrow to [bad word] me.
Feels like I stuck in some neglected, lightless, musty room.
There's no way out so I guess, it's time for...

Meeting face to face with death,
in the confined space without a single molecule of air
And I'm ready to suffocate.
Meeting face to face
With an old and [bad word] mate,
The devil's here and he whispers in my ear:
get ready to suffocate.

Time to be torn apart, time to get [bad word] 
I'm facing my worst nightmare and I won't be wake again.