Buried Alive - Nunslaughter

Hole for your coffin

Place your body in a box

Lower you down in the ground

Your heart hasn’t stopped

Awake but dazed

Don’t know where you are

Start ripping at the lid

You aren’t going far

F**king Buried Alive

And you are condemned to your tomb

But you’re not dead

You’ve been buried to soon

Know there’s no way out

Tears run from your eyes

Feeling hatred now

It’s God you despise

Maggots will begin

To tear off your face

While you are trapped

In this wooden case

F**king Buried Alive

And you are condemned to your tomb

But you’re not dead

You’ve been buried to soon