Flesh Prison

I used to watch flowers wilt, watch them as they die The longing feeling that I'd wilt too, at first was a surprise I never thought I'd want to lie in a box, unmoved by the hands of time Each night, I beg to be buried, but I still say that I'm fine This is a flesh prison This is a flesh prison This is a flesh prison The wardens are all dead It's chaos in this house But moreso in my head This is a flesh prison This is a flesh prison