There lays a man
In a shallow grave
He's Alone, cold to the bone
And there's nothing remarkable
On his gravestone

The dirt all around him smooth
He wants out
But is unable to move
He tries to speak
He tries to scream
But his body refuses

His mind starts racing
Am I alive?
Did I already die?
Am I here for an eternity?
Will I ever be free?

Memories begin to fade
Bones become colder
Vision darkens
And he begins to sleep

Years later
He awakes and finds himself alone
He's cold to the bone
He wants out
But is unable to move
He tries to speak
He tries to scream
But his body refuses
His mind begins to race
Am I alive?
Did I already die?
Will I ever be free?
Am I here for an eternity?

The cycle repeats
Such is the life
Of humanity.