text: Waking up in the box at six am in the mornin
  Im six feet deep in the sematary where they bury me
  Moaning in pain
  Im kicking the box until I break the fuck out and Im swimming through the dirt with my brain exposed
  I got revenge to seek out and I finally get my hands up on the ground and pull myself up
  And now all I see around me is the living dead now woken up
  We stumble across the ground and through the fog
  You can see us, see us
  The SCHEMAPOSSE