So many times i sit and ask myself why are u afraid to die. What is this fear that blinds u Is it the thought of uncontrollable pain or Suffocating loss of oxygen to your brain Is it the people u have in your heart The ones closest by your side when your soul departs Its just a question that haunts mankind Where am i going? Is there an afterlife I sit and think about it and my blood runs cold The mysteries of life and all the stories untold Why we here? Where we going? Why do I exist? Is there a point or any answer to all of this? Will my spirit walk restless amongst the grave? Haunting generations in a vile of rage Or will my body just rot for maggot feast? Gnawing on my bones while i rest in peace When you die (will u) re-a-lize (what takes u) From this life i suffer Diggin' myself out this hole that they buried me in (2x) The fear of darkness when they lower me down Will I be concious to the fact that im up under the ground And will i hearall the tears of the ones who attend And the dirt hit my coffin when they lower me in Or will I hover above lookin down on me Realize the situation and just what it all means A body laid to rest and a spirit left to fly No instruction or direction or a sky when i die Is there a tunnel? Will I walk into the light? See the people long lost who I knew in life Will my back spread wings as the choir sings A halo on my head that heavenly bling And in the blink of an eye will it be smashed away? Pulled into the grips of hell my soul left to pay For the sins of my fater and the sins of his father Will the demons leave me down like a lamb to the slaughter When you die (will u) re-a-lize (what takes u) From this life i suffer Diggin' myself out this hole that they buried me in (2x) Diggin' myself out of this hole that they buried me in to All the things that we ever knew Memories of this life coming back to you O we rocked deep inside of a shallow grave Eyes closed forever in our final resting place Will we remember all the pain of being alone And how the juggalo world took us into their home And now this hatchet means more than a tat on my arm Or this charm ill serve u up some bodily harm