Burn This Place

I'm alive but dead, awake but asleep As friend gather round and mourners they weep My mind thinks of all the things I have done My body is cold but my heart beat goes on And on... and on As they lower me down into that hole in the ground I scream out for help but they hear not a sound I fear at the lid, my fingers they bleed Is this happening to me or is it just a dream Summon the dead... Baphomets call... Blood on my hands...