Puteraeon - In the Vault

An undertaker by trade
Coffins for the dead I made
I work carelessly
but the dead won't complain

In the vault
it's me and the dead
Alone in the dark

A hastework for funerals
The corpses must fit
Correcting my errors
adjusting the stiff

I saw through bones and meat
I literally swept him of his feet
Trapped in the tomb and can't get out
8 caskets and I

In the vault
iot's me and the dead
Arranging the coffins
a stairway to my
escape

I need to climb
to exit this cursed vault
i can't see where I put my feet
but hear the coffins creak beneath me

My foot breaks through the top coffin lid
Cursing aloud my careless work
something gnawing at my ancle
The rotting corpse who's feet I severed

A hastework for funerals
The corpses must fit
Correcting my errors
Will the dead need his feet.

Woke up in the asylum
and the nightmare still haunts me
In the vault
I lost my sanity

In the vault
It's me and the dead
In the vault