| So many times i sit and ask myself why are u afraid to die
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| What is this fear that blinds u
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| Is it the thought of uncontrollable pain or
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| Suffocating loss of oxygen to your brain
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| Is it the people u have in your heart
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| The ones closest by your side when your soul departs
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| Its just a question that haunts mankind
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| Where am i going? |
| Is there an afterlife
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| I sit and think about it and my blood runs cold
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| The mysteries of life and all the stories untold
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| Why we here? |
| Where we going? |
| Why do I exist?
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| Is there a point or any answer to all of this?
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| Will my spirit walk restless amongst the grave?
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| Haunting generations in a vile of rage
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| Or will my body just rot for maggot feast?
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| Gnawing on my bones while i rest in peace
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| When you die
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| (will u) re-a-lize
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| (what takes u) From this life i suffer
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| Diggin' myself out this hole that they buried me in
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| The fear of darkness when they lower me down
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| Will I be concious to the fact that im up under the ground
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| And will i hearall the tears of the ones who attend
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| And the dirt hit my coffin when they lower me in
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| Or will I hover above lookin down on me
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| Realize the situation and just what it all means
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| A body laid to rest and a spirit left to fly
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| No instruction or direction or a sky when i die
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| Is there a tunnel? |
| Will I walk into the light?
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| See the people long lost who I knew in life
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| Will my back spread wings as the choir sings
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| A halo on my head that heavenly bling
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| And in the blink of an eye will it be smashed away?
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| Pulled into the grips of hell my soul left to pay
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| For the sins of my fater and the sins of his father
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| Will the demons leave me down like a lamb to the slaughter
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| Diggin' myself out of this hole that they buried me in to
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| All the things that we ever knew
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| Memories of this life coming back to you
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| O we rocked deep inside of a shallow grave
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| Eyes closed forever in our final resting place
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| Will we remember all the pain of being alone
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| And how the juggalo world took us into their home
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| And now this hatchet means more than a tat on my arm
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| Or this charm ill serve u up some bodily harm |