Decrepit as you've fallen in disease
Joints are withering as they slowly freeze
Decomposition eating through your head
Mistakenly you're confirmed as dead
Opening the torso - remove the stinking crud
Tapping your veins of fluids and blood
Yawning gap sewn shut in haste
An attractive corpse - dryed out human waste
Panicing yet you're paralyzed
Hearing the mourners deprave
Screaming silent and voiceless
As you're lowered into the grave
Premature Burial
Trapped in a box six feet under ground
You slowly fall apart, never to be found
Black putrefaction odour is sumptious
Smelling sweet and sour - the stench of puss
Festering posture of malignant phlegm
Hungry maggots are running internal mayhem
Deafened by the silence, dark is all you see
Inside this rotting coffin you'll spend eternity
Panicing yet you're paralyzed
Hearing the mourners deprave
Screaming silent and voiceless
As you're lowered into the grave
Premature Burial
As one with the cemetary
Frozen... Decayed... Rotten...
Soon you will be but a memory...
Undead... Buried... Forgotten!
[Lead: Burns]
[Lead: Goore]
Panicing yet you're paralyzed
Claustrophobic wooden cell
Screaming silent and voiceless
If only you could burn in hell
Premature Burial
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