Coffin Blues (Reprised) Lyrics

The wood is cold, a damp embrace,

Closes in, a silent, hateful grace.

No velvet lining, no soft reprieve,

Just splinters digging, I can barely believe,

This stinking dark, a bottomless pit,

Where flesh begins to decompose, bit by bit.

The air is thick, with the taste of earth,

A graveyard banquet, celebrating my rebirth...

Into the rot, the festering mire,

My spirit wanes, consumed by the fire,

Of decay, a slow, agonizing burn.

My swollen tongue, a useless lump,

Can't scream, can't pray, can't even slump.

The maggots crawl, a feast begun,

Across the face, where light once shone.

My eyes, they're gone, empty sockets stare,

At the nothingness, beyond all care.

The worms, they burrow, a symphony of doom,

In the hollows of my skull, in every room,

That once held thought, now only dust remains.

The stench, it rises, a heady brew,

Of corrosion sweet, and mortal dew.

My skin, a canvas, etched with the stain,

Of death's dark beauty, and endless pain.

My bones, they shift, a rattling sound,

As the weight of the world, presses me down.

The silence screams, a deafening roar,

In this wooden tomb, forevermore.

A liquefied mass, I start to fade,

Back into the soil, where all life's laid.

No redemption here, no final flight,

Just the cold embrace, of endless night.

This coffin's my cradle, this rot my home,

Forever entombed, forever alone.

The blues I sing, a guttural moan,

A symphony of death, I've always known.