Wake up coldnWhat do i seenNothing but darkness around menI can't seem to find anything aroundnnAnd i think to myself,nOhh, could it be?nI try to breathe but i'm six feet undergroundnnAnd i've been buried alivenBuried alivenI've been buried alivennI messed upnI cannot breathenI'm running out of airnI try to think of someone who would even carennWell they thought i died on monday, nWell i think i might as wellnCos i'm sleeping in a boxnAnd i'm heading straight for Hell.