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Continue to rot in the

Urban Tomb

59 square meters

Coffin for Rent

The walls keep closing

Smaller every day

I cannot continue

To live like this

Surrounded by corpses

The living dead

Only leave to work

For other people’s gain

Urban tomb

The living dead

Wage slave

No escape

The meaning of it all

long forgotten in the daily ritual

With each passing day

I find it harder and harder to breathe

The Urban Tomb

Coffin for Rent