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