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soaked in the rain, cold in the core,

I feel like I am no more

brought by the rats, infested by flies,

my casket is nothing nice

stiff in the box, is this a hoax?

switching from dead to worse

what I see can’t be real,

low in the mud searching for breath to steal

the lament that they moan is

to tell me that all my hope is gone

hear me, dig me

hear me, dig me out

now that my soul has not a body to be in

i can share with death all my precious sins

they were all lies, no tunnel no light, I rot as I lay in state

my body’s inside, my soul stuck outside,

they’re split by this feverish knife

see what I mean? no glory for me, silence is choking me

what I see can’t be real,

low in the mud searching for breath to steal

the lament that they moan is

to tell me that all my hope is gone

hear me, dig me

hear me, dig me out

now that my soul has not a body to be in

I can share with death all my precious sins