I'm Tortured By What I've Done With My Decaying Life.
I've Failed To Cope With My Worthless Existence.
There's Nothing Left Inside, Everyday I Am Dying.
An Empty Shell Without A Soul To Sell.
I Am The Dead, Crawling From My Grave.
Rising From Where I Once Laid.
Scratching At The Coffin Walls.
No One Seems To Hear My Calls.
Dirt Is Stacked Up 3 Feet High, In The Ground Is Where I Lie.
The Truth So Clear, My Heart Is Not Here. It Belongs To Another That Eats The Fear.
I Am The Dead Crawling From My Grave.
Rising From Where I Once Laid.
Scratching At The Coffin Walls. No One Seems To Hear My Calls