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How'd i get down here
i can't breathe so good
6 to 12 inches of space
and i can't move my legs
it's dark cold and damp
and my muscles ache
haven't seen the sun in 12 days
wish they'd just come and kill me...
and i
can't sleep
can't speak
can't see anything
and i
can feel my skin crawl
can smell myself rotting away
i'm rotting away...
i lay
beneath one thousand pounds of earth
my only source of light
comes through this piece of pipe
my only source
of company
is the bugs
that eat at me
and i
can't sleep
can't speak
can't see anything
and i
can feel my skin crawl
can smell myself rotting away
i'm rotting away...
sometimes
i pretend i'm gonna survive
that makes me smile
the bugs call me a liar
sometimes...
my mind plays tricks on me
sometimes i hear
the sound of digging
and i
can't sleep
can't speak
can't see anything
and i
can feel my skin crawl
can smell myself rotting away
i'm rotting away...
and i...
pray for someone to take me away
wish i believed in God
wish i believed in anything
and i...
can feel my skin falling apart
can smell myself rotting away
i'm dying
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