I'm buried alive in this coffin I built, The weight of my sins is heavier than guilt. The shadows I chase, they're not my own, I dug up the grave, but it's overgrown. Rotting within, but still I breathe, Choked by the roots, but too weak to leave. I feel the pull, the ground's embrace, A kiss of dirt upon my face. I've become the ghost I feared most, Cursed by the choices, bound to the host. Veins run cold, the warmth is fleeting. I can't feel the pulse, but it's still beating. The stench of death is all I know, A rotting heart that won’t let go. No light can pierce this hollow frame, I am the fire, I am the flame. Tear the flesh from bone, strip me down to ash, Nothing left to hide, nothing left to mask. The earth consumes what’s left of me, A whisper lost in misery. I've become the ghost I feared most, Cursed by the choices, bound to the host. Veins run cold, the warmth is fleeting, I can't feel the pulse, but it's still beating. The stench of death is all I know, A rotting heart that won’t let go. No light can pierce this hollow frame, I am the fire, I am the… The stench of death is all I know, A rotting heart that won’t let go. No light can pierce this hollow frame, I am the fire, I am the flame. Break my bones, cut my throat. Pull me open, f**k my guts. Breath me in, taste the fear. Shank my skin, let me bleed.