Dead Alive

I'm tortured by what I've done with my decaying life
I've failed to cope with my worthless existence
There's nothing left inside, everyday I am dying
An empty shell without a soul to sell

I am the dead, crawling from my grave
Rising from where I once laid
Scratching at the coffin walls
No one seems to hear my calls

Dirt is stacked up 3 feet high
In the ground is where I lie
The truth so clear, my heart is not here
It belongs to another that eats the fear