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