Usul

Oh woe is me, you see, I am dead in in the ground, nowhere to be found.
A bone or two may lay behind, nothing else was left to find. Worms and
beetles feed on me, slowly setting my spirit free. They chew and crunch
and taste the flesh, until my bare bones are left. Oh woe is me, you
see, I am dead in the ground, nowhere to be found, but when they buried
this poor man, a rapping came from my own hand. Buried alive to make me
suffer, punish me like no other. I guess this pain is nothing new, just
something to see me through. And so woe is me, you see, I am dead in
the ground, nowhere to be found.