Dead Alive - Soul Embraced

I’m tortured by what I’ve done with my decaying life.

I’ve failed to cope with my worthless existence.

There’s nothing left inside, everyday I am dying.

An empty shell without a soul to sell.

Iam the dead,

crawling from my grave.

Rising from where I once laid.

Scratching at the coffin walls.

No one seems to hear my calls.

Dirt is stacked up 3 feet high, in the ground is where I lie.

The truth so clear, my heart is not here.

It belongs to another

that eats the fear.

I am the dead crawling from my grave.

Rising from where I once laid.

Scratching at the coffin walls.

No one seems to hear my calls