Six Feet Deep
Lyrics
INTRO
'SIX FEET DEEP'
By Seth Chaney.
[Eerie Piano, Distant Whispers, Low Male Voice]
*Six feet deep...*
Where the lost souls sleep...
*Where the dirt runs cold...*
And the dead don't speak...
Rock Style Rap
I've been diggin' my grave wit'a shovel and rage, put my pain on'a page for all to engage while keepin my brain locked tight in'a cage,
got'a mind full'of monsters a heart full'of hate wit nothin but shadows ta blame, can'ya hear'em scratchin' the walls while I'm temptin' my fate, just creepin, crawlin and non stop talkin as I'm searchin for'da next word ta say ta make dis all fit in it's right place makin dis all up as I go along just addin syllables inta empty space as my pain fades away ta it's escape on dis page I make.
Gradually Building
Six feet deep in'a pit of despair, feel'a cold gust'of'wind and'a hand reachin' but nobody's there, I got'a thousand dead thoughts that are crawlin' upstairs but goin nowhere and a voice in my head screamin; *Nobody fucking cares!*
Rock Then Rap
Buried my feelins beneath broken stone.
Built me'a kingdom where my shadows have grown.
*I'm the king of this graveyard, condemned to my throne.*
*Surrounded by souls but I'm still all alone.*
Diggin' through dirt while losin' my mind, every memory's a body I've been tryin'ta hide,
every scar is'a story, every wound is'a sign, that the darkness was just waitin for; *the perfect time.*
*I hear knock knock knock from the depths below, a face appears in the dirt, it's one that I used to know.*
It keeps whisperin' words that I can't let go, it tells me there's nowhere to run because I'm buried six feet deep in my own soul.
[PRE-CHORUS — Clean Raspy Vocals, Rising Guitars]
Can you hear me underneath the ground?
Can you feel me when there's no one around?
I'm screamin' so loud but there's nothin'ta hear.
I'm six feet deep sleepin in peace, but I be knowin growin old is my biggest fear, and oh dear my end isn't even near.
CHORUS — Horror
*Six Feet Deep*
*Beneath The Darkened Sky*
*I'm buried alive in a world deprived of light.*
*Six Feet Deep*
*Where my demons creep*
*I'm fighting each night to simply survive to see sunrise.*
Dig. Dig. Dig. Till the walls cave in.
Rot. Rot. Rot. From within.
Six Feet Deep, I'm losing control.
*The grave is my mind.*
*The prison is my soul.*
Fast Rap, Distorted Bass
Psychological horror, pathological torment, my thoughts are'a labyrinth, my mind is'a dungeon, a cerebral apocalypse, a permanent malfunction, I'm trapped in'a cycle of fear and destruction dat can't be broken.
*Six Feet Deep, I'm losing control.*
Nocturnal, infernal, my thoughts turn external, da walls of my skull are'a crypt full'of serpents, I'm cursin' at da curses dat surface inta hearses while every disturbance just worsens the burden I'm turnin ta verses.
*Six Feet Deep, I'm losing control.*
I'm'a phantom in flesh wit'a pulse in my chest, got'a cemetery in'my mind where dead thoughts rest.
*Every breath feels borrowed, every heartbeat a threat.*
*I'm alive in appearance, but I'm speakin' with death.*
Creepy Whispering
*There's a shadow that follows wherever I go.*
It moves when I move and it knows what I know.
Its hands on my throat but it won't choke.
It just keeps feedin' me nightmares and swallowin' my hope.
Creepy Echoing
Is this me? *Or Is it madness?*
Is this fear? *Or is it sadness?*
Is this hell? * Or is it habit?*
Is my mind just a casket? *Or is my soul just blackened?*
[BRIDGE — Slow Piano, Whispered Male Voice]
I thought if I buried the memories
They'd never return...
*I was wrong.*
I thought if I covered the ashes
There'd be nothin' to burn...
*I was wrong.*
The deeper I dug,
The more I could see...
My grave wasn't waitin'...
*It was growin' inside me...*
[FINAL VERSE — Rapid-Fire Rap, Guitar and Drums Exploding]
Diggin' and diggin' I'm sick of relivin', da visions and prison I'm stuck in and livin; but thankfully dis rhythm be hittin' my system, I'm driven by everythin I keep hidden an dis ghost I've given'a mission.
I'm breakin' through dirt wit'da words dat I'm spittin, gotta mouth full'of nightmares and'a mind'full'of wicked shit ta make sick twisted hits wit, every bar is'a shovel, every beat matches my pitch. No peace in dis pit, no release from dis fit,
no escape from da beast I i release cause my temperament, it claws through da soil usin da strength of my permanent firmament speech slippin through da teeth I grit, if dis grave has a bottom, it's still out of my reach, I just need'a extra minute I'm winded, everything shiftin, but I'll keep goin cause your still listenin....
*Six feet deep but I'm still hearin' sounds*
*Ten feet now and the walls close around*
*Twelve feet is where the lost souls drown*
But I'll keep spittin' fire till I wake the whole underground!
Whispered
Knock knock...
Who's there?
...
It's Me.
Just searching for a new beat to unleash as a treat for this Halloween....
*Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha*