There’s never any hope for the buried..
so you know you have to dig.

But with every passing day the hole grows,
and where the fuck is your shovel?

No no, you have to dig with your hands,
deeper and deeper until your fingers bleed.

Dig, bitch!
The dead is waiting for you!
raw, fierce, and more alive than ever before..

The dead is waiting for you,
to rip out your heart and eat it whole,
while you watch calmly
and knowing that only then,
only heartless,
may you know peace.