Body Bag

My life is like a body bag It sucks me in and I cannot get out I break my nails trying to rip the sack Six feet under, down and out My life is like a body bag It sucks me in and I cannot get out I break my nails trying to rip the sack Six feet under down and out It sucks me in and I cannot get out I cuss, I fuss, I scream and shout I cannot escape from this shallow grave I call to the lord but he will not save me It feels like I am being buried alive How the hell am I supposed to thrive The smoke has not cleared so I am still blind I am struggling with my ill, ill mind My life is like a body bag It sucks me in and I cannot get out I break my nails trying to rip the sack Six feet under down and out I need somebody to lift this fog Mental illness is the master and I am the dog He ties me to a post and I cannot escape In my bowl for scraps I have to scrape How am I supposed to get out of this hole My heart right now feels real cold I need to find a new way out of this bag My life right now is such a drag My life is like a body bag It sucks me in and I cannot get out I break my nails trying to rip the sack Six feet under down and out My life is like a body bag It sucks me in and I cannot get out I break my nails trying to rip the sack Six feet under down and out Six feet under down and out