Waking – You grasp and you claw
but there is no escape
Scratching – The slivers of pine
stabbing under your nails
As you panic – Your breathing
gets faster as air runs out
Entrapment – Within the confines
of this oblong box
Double-crossed
Left to die
Conscious – Effects of your
serum have well worn away
Regretting – This insurance ploy
gone completely awry
Kicking – But six-feet of dirt
keeps your coffin-lid sealed
Screaming – The painful acceptance
that this is the end
Gasping for air, sweating profusely
You clasp at your throat
(Lead: Blanchard, Erdody, Awn)