Living 6 Feet Under

Give me my life back,
breath the air back into my lungs,
the fibulator stopped working,
panic panic,
manic manic,
red is all I see.

Help me up to my feet,
Cause my limbs stopped working,
Watch this tragedy on repeat,
This is what pain brings.

If there is a God,
let him save me,
It cant end like this,
an unfulfilled life in the making,
something I cant risk not taking.

My lungs are still empty,
my limbs still inaccessible,
my life was not worth his time,
A peasant among the Kings,
A souless creature worth less than a dime.

My airless lungs,
will live among this hole in the ground,
this is what I'm worth,
nothing but dirt.