Waking – You grasp and you claw but there is no escape Scratching – The slivers of pine stabbing under your nails As you panic – Your breathing gets faster as air runs out Entrapment – Within the confines of this oblong box Double-crossed Left to die Conscious – Effects of your serum have well worn away Regretting – This insurance ploy gone completely awry Kicking – But six-feet of dirt keeps your coffin-lid sealed Screaming – The painful acceptance that this is the end Gasping for air, sweating profusely You clasp at your throat (Lead: Blanchard, Erdody, Awn)