My nails scratch the coffin
Where I’m buried in six feet under
And I feel the air is running out
Making me feel afraid
And my blood is boiling
While my bones are broken
And I feel like someone is pulling me
Pulling me down
Souls of my death
Souls of my death
Souls of my death
Souls of my death
We are all buried by our fears
The reaper is coming to catch us
Who will be this time?
No matter the souls are singing
Souls of my death
Souls of my death
Souls of my death
Souls of my death
It’s like everything I knew was broken
It’s like I was in hell, hell, hell
