Dead and Buried

To be alive, it was told to me –
I must conform, you can’t expect me –
to live a life, that doesn’t make sense –
in my own world , you’re a death sentence –
I don’t hear, what you teach them –
your words could not lead me to innocence –
you can try, you can’t stop me –
dead and buried is the last sight you will see –
my mind is set, on killing you –
you cannot run, I will find you –
your hands are tied, your mouth taped shut –
the screams unheard, six feet underground –
dead and buried underground –
try to scream, won’t hear a sound –
dead and buried underground –
what’s left of you a dirt mount –
dead and buried underground –
dead and buried underground –
so many victims, so little time to choose –
I have to kill, my mind’s blown a fuse –
there is no reason, except the taste of blood –
the rotting carnage, it fills me full of hate –
I’ll hunt you down, I will not stop –
until your rotting corpse is sunken beneath my feet –
you try to hide, you will fail –
the taste of death too strong, killing is sweet –
caskets, lowered into wormy earth –
family, weeping tears of blood –
cold rain, turning dirt to mud –
preacher, vomits his last rites –
citizens are watching in horror –
caskets, with blood is spilling over-
bodies crunched and pressed together –
stench of humon rot and putrid –
dead and buried underground.