This coffin isn't big enough for me,
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Silk, satin and lace surrounding three,
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I hate being dressed up they've got me looking fucked up,
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I want out and no ones stopping me.
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My finger nails have grown strong enough
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inch long, sharp, ripping through this stuff
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Wood shavings falling in my face,
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who could stand the smell of this place,
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how much more can I bear,
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I've broken through the last layer.
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Arise from the dead, awoken from the stench,
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Bodys that are decomposing, thousands of them decayed and bloating,
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the reek of them magnifies by how old and when they died,
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The smell of these corps' decomposing gags me odors of theme corroding,
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I must get away from this peutred <i>[?]</i> stench until then I will not rest.
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The soil pours in at a steady rate,
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Falls on me and I push it all away,
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My bed is getting filled up, my body starts to move up,
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through the hole in the lid that I have ripped away.
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The weight of the dirt falls on me it's broken every bone in my body,
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Kicking fractured arms and legs about, won't be much longer until I'm out,
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I'm getting close, I'm gaining my site, poke my fingers through to the day
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light.
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[repeat chorus]
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The deceased - Sense of smell
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Detects rot - and awakens this lifeless shell
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Now I claw - from hallowed ground
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To this reeking stench - I'm no longer bound
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[MUSIC: BROKEN HOPE]
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[LYRICS: R.STANEK, J.WAGNER]
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Awakening By Stench
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Broken Hope |