| Song | In Hospital |
| Artist | Space Eater |
| Album | Passing Through The Fire To Molech |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Matković] | |
| Bed sheets smeared with blood | |
| Hours become days | |
| Imprisoned by a fault of mother nature's ways | |
| Sniffing on death | |
| The smell of decay | |
| Become an easy pray | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Throwing up blood | |
| Instruments of gore shredding my flesh | |
| Ripping needles out of my veins | |
| Collapse, betrayed by strength | |
| Smell of urine stings | |
| Counting the days | |
| Inside this hospital | |
| Empty sheets all that remains | |
| [Solo: Matković] | |
| Planning the escape | |
| Living for the day | |
| Out on the streets, like a child to play | |
| The great comeback to life | |
| Features many downs | |
| Betrayed and frowned | |
| [Repeat chorus] | |
| [Solo: Matković] | |
| Stuck in my own fucking way | |
| I'm the Sisyphus rolling stones | |
| Mute, but got so much to say | |
| I'm so blind, and there's so much to see | |
| I'm so deaf, and there's so much to hear | |
| My revenge is the spreading of fear | |
| [Solo: Luković] | |
| As I pull the knife out of your neck | |
| Blood pattern on the wall occurs | |
| It draws the sign of Satan | |
| I realize that your eyes were not true | |
| Agonized by the thought of killing you | |
| And there is only one thing you can do | |
| Die | |
| But wait, what's this that you say? | |
| A part of me still to this day lives in you | |
| Tables have turned, shrugging I stare at your grave | |
| Irony laughs at you | |
| Swallow your pride for I've won this war | |
| I've come to collect your remains | |
| With your last bit of strength you fight, but it's too late | |
| The vortex of time consumes you |
| Matkovi | |
| Bed sheets smeared with blood | |
| Hours become days | |
| Imprisoned by a fault of mother nature' s ways | |
| Sniffing on death | |
| The smell of decay | |
| Become an easy pray | |
| Chorus | |
| Throwing up blood | |
| Instruments of gore shredding my flesh | |
| Ripping needles out of my veins | |
| Collapse, betrayed by strength | |
| Smell of urine stings | |
| Counting the days | |
| Inside this hospital | |
| Empty sheets all that remains | |
| Solo: Matkovi | |
| Planning the escape | |
| Living for the day | |
| Out on the streets, like a child to play | |
| The great comeback to life | |
| Features many downs | |
| Betrayed and frowned | |
| Repeat chorus | |
| Solo: Matkovi | |
| Stuck in my own fucking way | |
| I' m the Sisyphus rolling stones | |
| Mute, but got so much to say | |
| I' m so blind, and there' s so much to see | |
| I' m so deaf, and there' s so much to hear | |
| My revenge is the spreading of fear | |
| Solo: Lukovi | |
| As I pull the knife out of your neck | |
| Blood pattern on the wall occurs | |
| It draws the sign of Satan | |
| I realize that your eyes were not true | |
| Agonized by the thought of killing you | |
| And there is only one thing you can do | |
| Die | |
| But wait, what' s this that you say? | |
| A part of me still to this day lives in you | |
| Tables have turned, shrugging I stare at your grave | |
| Irony laughs at you | |
| Swallow your pride for I' ve won this war | |
| I' ve come to collect your remains | |
| With your last bit of strength you fight, but it' s too late | |
| The vortex of time consumes you |
| Matkovi | |
| Bed sheets smeared with blood | |
| Hours become days | |
| Imprisoned by a fault of mother nature' s ways | |
| Sniffing on death | |
| The smell of decay | |
| Become an easy pray | |
| Chorus | |
| Throwing up blood | |
| Instruments of gore shredding my flesh | |
| Ripping needles out of my veins | |
| Collapse, betrayed by strength | |
| Smell of urine stings | |
| Counting the days | |
| Inside this hospital | |
| Empty sheets all that remains | |
| Solo: Matkovi | |
| Planning the escape | |
| Living for the day | |
| Out on the streets, like a child to play | |
| The great comeback to life | |
| Features many downs | |
| Betrayed and frowned | |
| Repeat chorus | |
| Solo: Matkovi | |
| Stuck in my own fucking way | |
| I' m the Sisyphus rolling stones | |
| Mute, but got so much to say | |
| I' m so blind, and there' s so much to see | |
| I' m so deaf, and there' s so much to hear | |
| My revenge is the spreading of fear | |
| Solo: Lukovi | |
| As I pull the knife out of your neck | |
| Blood pattern on the wall occurs | |
| It draws the sign of Satan | |
| I realize that your eyes were not true | |
| Agonized by the thought of killing you | |
| And there is only one thing you can do | |
| Die | |
| But wait, what' s this that you say? | |
| A part of me still to this day lives in you | |
| Tables have turned, shrugging I stare at your grave | |
| Irony laughs at you | |
| Swallow your pride for I' ve won this war | |
| I' ve come to collect your remains | |
| With your last bit of strength you fight, but it' s too late | |
| The vortex of time consumes you |