I am lying in a warm, wet soil
Wasting time on counting out time
And I feel so safe in my grave

All things float above me like sailing boats
Death is real and life's so hoarse
And dog is still man's best slave

When I talk, I'm talking to myself
And when I spit, I'm spitting at God
I'm not dead yet
But I'm said to be buried alive

My hands scramble up towards the moon
Dry lips mutter deadly tune
And the hole in the ground remains

My eyes - burning nightmares of your child -
Strangle safely sleeping bride
And my blood begins to decay

[2x:]
And when I die, I'm not dead forever
And when I sleep, I'm surely awake
I'm not dead yet
But I'm said to be buried alive

Buried alive (x3)

I am lying in a warm, wet soil
Wasting time on counting out time
And I feel so safe in my grave