Buried

You've twisted words, you're broken bonds. Another day, you'll bury me. You'll bury me. Your words are pointed, pointed like the fucking teeth. The fucking teeth you'll dig into my neck. And if you had the chance. Would you fucking kill? Come on. Would you fucking kill? If you had the chance? If you had the chance would you fucking kill me and stab me in the back? You've twisted words. You've broken bonds. You think you're God. I wonder why that you try to deny that you pray. I'll lose it all. I wonder why that you try to deny that you pray I'll fucking die. The walls are closing in..... I'm buried