Burial

By Vengeful

On Karma

Released on May 29, 2007

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Opening my eyes and seeing nothing, total darkness

Trying to move, but the walls surround me, no space left

Hard to breathe, inhaling my exhalations, airless

I hear laughter between shovelfuls, from above

Now I realize where I am

Stay calm, avoid claustrophobia

Don’t remember what happened

Why am I prisoner of this shell?

Pushing with all my might for nothing

Yelling with all my might for nothing

Scratching till it bleeds for nothing

Smashing till it hurts for nothing

Is it my reward for a life of misery?

Am I chastised for living this long?

Cannot pray without faith

Anyway, faith won’t save me

Being the cavy, a foolish experience

The scapegoat of human absurdity

The convict of the merciless

The object of a silly jest

Pushing with all my might for nothing

Yelling with all my might for nothing

Scratching till it bleeds for nothing

Smashing till it hurts for nothing

Mourning your burial

Don’t wanna pass out from asphyxia

Living your burial

Better precipitate the end

Mourning your burial

By self-mutilation

Don’t wanna wait till I pass away

I can still hear their laughter

From my final resting place

The air getting thin

I’m lost in darkness

Have to act before exhaustion

How could I commit suicide in here?

Tearing apart my belly skin

Finding comfort in suffering

Touch the wounds with my fingertips

Unrolling my guts, piling them up aside

Biting my wrist, the taste of blood

Extirpating my nerves and veins

Painting the walls of my cage red

With every heartbeat a squirt of blood

Hoping I bleed to death before I start stifling

Now I realized where I was

Stayed calm, avoided claustrophobia

Did not remember what happened

Why was I prisoner of this shell?

I had to act before exhaustion

How did I commit suicide in here?

Tore apart my belly skin

Found comfort in suffering

Touched the wounds with my fingertips

Unrolled my guts, piled them up aside

Bit my wrist, the taste of blood

Extirpated my nerves and veins

Painted the walls of my cage red

With every heartbeat a squirt of blood

I bled to death before I started stifling