Excavated
Here they lay me, lay me down to rest.
My hands are crossed upon my chest.
Inside it's cold there's darkness all around.
There's silence six feet underground.
Can't you hear my screaming, hell must be like this.
I'm filled with fear, the end is near.
I'm still alive but laying in my tomb.
Mortal thoughts in this deadly womb.
I am going crazy from the terror and shout:
Dig up my coffin and let me out.
Can't you hear my screaming, hell must be like this.
I'm filled with fear, the end is near.
Excavate me, excavate me, excavate me.
Please set me free, excavate me.
I don't want to die here tonight.
Hunger, thirst are really killing me.
I cannot move, I cannot see.
Slightly slippin' away, while I cry:
Somebody help before I die.
Can't you hear my screaming, hell must be like this.
I'm filled with fear, the end is near.
Autor(es): Pieter Bas Borger, Gertjan Vis, Romke Boschma, Hans Heider, Rudo Plooy