Premature Burial ft. Ricky Braaksma, Jordan McGee & Nit Stanley Lyrics

Who am I, how do I write this

Let me be free

A suicide plot oh what an ending

I tried my best but did I really

I'm sick of living

It's fucking insane

I said I'm sick

I said I'm sick

I'd rather not feel anything

Rotting at the seams

I am living in a lucid dream

Nothing is as it was

And nothing is as it seems

Those thoughts that

We could reminisce

Now sour and haunt my dreams

Pry my eyes open

To see your side of

See your side of things

All the light is gone

There is no moving on

No sign of the sun

And everyone is gone

Alone is home

Lost in thought plot to rot

As I start to break apart

You'll see my heart

In countless shards

Struggling

Bloodied

Ever after ends right now

Put me in the fucking ground

Maybe it's something that's

Latched on inside of me

Trying to claw its way out of me

Feeding off regrets

And empty anxieties

Somehow it's taken control of me

Shatter the walls

Of the glass tomb

That we have been trapped into

It's starting to set in

Leave me to the worms

Everyone is gone

Everyone is gone

Shovel the dirt down my throat

Pack it all until I choke

Leave me to the worms

Leave me to the worms

There's no holding on

I long for a

Premature burial

Carry me to bury me

Cover me smother me

I believe that I'd be

Better off in an unmarked grave