How Cold the Grave

The crypt is ready Last rites are read But in the coffin I am not dead You'll never know the horror Of being called death For inside this earthen chamber I am breathing my last breath Tears are shed Mournful strife Flowers strewn As you burry life I hear the resounding clang Of the consecrated bell Holy water chills my face But why can't you tell I can not move I am trapped inside Don't bother to exhume I have already died Don't just stand there Fucking help me With the lid closed I can't even see How cold the grave