Paroles de It Can't Be My Grave

Suffocation, clawing the coffin walls, fingers worn to bloody stumps. Gasping for air, eyes rolling widely, panic attacks. Send me ideafen me. Hallucinating, flashbacks of my life, I don't want to die. Incarcerated, six feet from life, I know there's no afterlife. I'm soon to become rotting meatnto hysterical frenzies, a premature burial, claustrophobic hell. It can't be my grave! Traumatized, left for dead, my own screams