Waking You grasp and you claw, but there is no escape Scratching The slivers of pine stabbing under your nails As you panic Your breathing gets faster as air runs out Entrapment Within the confines of this oblong box Double-crossed Left to die Conscious Effects of your serum have well worn away Regretting This insurance ploy gone completely awry Kicking But six-feet of dirt keeps your coffin-lid sealed Screaming The painful acceptance that this is the end Gasping for air, sweating profusely You clasp at your throat as you gasp your lastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
