Do feel that shaking?
The endless quaking?
The demons are escaping,
A war in the making.
Do you see their smiles?
They're all just faking.

Did you see those faces
As the knife caught in your throat?
Could you hear the laughter
As you began to choke?

Did you taste the dirt,
As they buried you alive?
Or was it all just a game,
Just another dirty lie.

"Everyone buries the demon's in their past. They lock them away somewhere deep in their mind and try and forget. They all break free some day. Don't let them bury you alive. Just accept that what happened, happened. Nobody wants to lead an empty life."