Buried

you've twisted words, you've broken bonds,
another day you'll bury me
your words are pointed like the fucking teeth,
the 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 would you fucking kill me and stab me
 in the back?
you've twisted words, you've broken bonds you think your 
god?
i wonder why that you try to deny, that you pray i'll lose 
it all.
i wonder why you try to deny that you pray i'll fucking 
die.
the walls are closing in. im buried.