Wake up in a swamp of darkness
Breath deep smell the pine and soil
Bang your head against the rough wood
Buried in a shallow grave
Heart is thumping, mind is racing, air is thinning
Boxed inside a pitch black coffin, buried alive
Start to claw the wood above you
Splinters dig under your nails
Try to scream but no one's coming
Buried in a shallow grave
Nails scraping splintered timber, hands are blistered
All you hear is your own panic, buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
Buried alive
You're gonna fucking die in a puddle of your own piss
Writhing in your pine box and you're running out of air
No one will ever find you, you didn't say goodbye
Feel the insects crawling on your skin and in your hair
Cold and wet and shaking and it's really hard to breath
You still have no idea how the fuck you wound up here
Slowly suffocating in your private little box
Crying out and screaming as you live your deepest fear
Groping at the bloody timber
Whimpering your final words now
All alone and slowly dying
Buried in a shallow grave
Buried alive