From the inside of my corpse, thirty seconds, like a century
Imprisoned in necrotic flesh, cognizant beyond my death
Paralyzed and frozen in this carnal penitentiary
Lucidly projecting hellish specters, ghoulish architecture
Enveloped in a darkness far beyond my mind can measure
Suffocating violent pressure, it just goes on forever
Are these electromagnetic hallucinations?
Is this everybody's afterlife or something I've created?
Abandoned and dismissed in a flaccid impotence
With the cold illumination that I no longer exist
In a grave within a grave, It was the first time I prayed
No one here to tell me that I shouldn't be afraid
Falling endlessly deeper, yet immobile and still
In this infinite aether washing over my filth
Neither angels or reapers or ghosts were fulfilled
Just a cavity to soak up my guilt and my depravity
The flowers up above me wilting down so they can laugh at me
To think we spend our lives convinced we understand agony
A familiar voice: "He's finally at peace"
Shrieking through the silence to remind me I'm deceased
I tried to answer but the dead can't speak
The biggest prison in the world is underground six feet