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Scratching at the coffin lid, fingers start to bleed The air is growing thin, you have no breath to scream First come the worms, then the maggots start to squirm The clawing becomes frantic, your hope quickly fades There's no way to escape, trapped alive in this grave Desperately you cry out, your mouth fills with dirt Between you and your freedom is six feet of earth The weevils arrive Your body will become their hive Clawing at your grave The casket takes a slave Denied the air you crave You will never be saved Clawing at the box A prison with no lock Your resurrection blocked Your soul remains in hock Clawing at your tomb Death is coming soon In this grave you lie marooned But you will never be exhumed Hands peeled and bloody, fingers worked to the bone You will die within this casket, forgotten and alone Clawing
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