| Scratching at the box, hand stretches from the earth.
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| Deceased before I am dead, denounced since birth.
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| Alone in this dark void, left to deal with my fear.
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| No way to escape the embrace of the dead.
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| Body nnumb does not respond, my mind sees all.
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| Coroner tags me for burial, ignoring life’s call.
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| My body left to rot yet the blood still flows.
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| Lowered down into my plot, the soil is now my home.
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| Release of my soul is impossible to me.
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| When I still possess it how can it be free?
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| Not dead yet, why am I ignored?
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| Mourning for the dead.
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| Not dead yet, while I still live.
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| Premature burial, premature burial.
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| Pronounced dead, I still see I lie motionless.
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| A mind that’s still alert while function cease.
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| Awake, I still am forever trapped.
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| The light of day it now will never be seen.
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| The crawling of the insects, is all that I now feel.
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| Alive upon my flesh, my death is not real.
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| Not dead yet, premature burial,
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| Mourning for the dead, premature burial,
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| Expiration met, premature burial,
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| I still live, premature burial,
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| Kill me, premature burial. |