if it wasn't for your mother i wouldn't be too old
you could wrap your arms around me but you'd feel i'm just too cold
i've been scratching at the lid of this box right through the mold
like being buried alive oh no
like being buried alive oh no
talking like a pocket preacher all about my soul
i will be a rotten carcass by the time your ten years old
my flesh is diseased with all the lies you told
like being buried alive oh no
like being buried alive oh no
if it wasn't for your mother i wouldn't be too old
you could wrap your arms around me but you'd feel i'm just too cold
i've been scratching at the lid of this box right through the mold
i'm being buried alive oh no
i'm being buried alive oh no