Coffin Door


O' how i hear them laughing,

above me joyfully dancing

Can they here me crying?

Below them painfully dying.
O' how i hear them laughing,

above me joyfully dancing

Can they here me crying?

Below them painfully dying.

They are grazing the church floor.

I am scratching at my coffin door,

Screaming,

begging,

to live and nothing more

I am running out of breath.

Of me there is nothing left.

My eyes are getting tired,

projections fooled by death.

In my dark box i will for ever stay,

scratching at my coffin door.

Screaming,

begging ,

to live and nothing more

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