punkt.

I'm under pressure
Kicking into overdrive
I'm a loose cannon
I will not make it out alive

I'm digging in the dirt
I'm so deep into this shit I can taste the earth
I'm running out of breath
Each day I die in a million ways

So don't touch me when I'm lying in my coffin
Don't stand there crying as you're watching
Don't put no flowers by my final bed

Save your givings for the living instead
Don't bring flowers after I'm dead.