Can’t sleep, eye’s open shut
I can’t help but to think, my times running out
Stiffness of my bones, cracking, breaking, turning dusts

Tears, fears, I tattooed everywhere
Every fun memories was also the saddest
My feelings are ever entwine in a circle

Strawberry, banana and pineapple
Maggots crawling, feeding off its tender pulp
Likewise, I rather be free of guilt

Think, don’t speak, not a word
Look, don’t feel, not even the soul
In truth, my flaky skins are rotten to the core

Give me a digger; stab me bleeding
Lid a fire, burning me cleansing
Let out, let out; my spirit was gone

Watch me, play times over
Hear me, the brain is no long function
Just open the casket already, and play with me