bury me left underground worms inside me face upside down lying in my coffin to make sure that i fit bleeding inside from a life that is shit tangled into a greasy web spinning me to eat the dead being inside an ugly beast reaching my best is reaching your least grim reaper - remember i set the date waiting for it sometimes too late the last ride i take - cold in my hearse will the grim reaper take me - or will i first death is a full invitation to fly with the birds another lost kid trapped in the art of words