[Verse 1:]   So many times i sit and ask myself why are u afraid to die.   What is this fear that blinds u   Is it the thought of uncontrollable pain or   Suffocating loss of oxygen to your brain   Is it the people u have in your heart   The ones closest by your side when your soul departs   Its just a question that haunts mankind   Where am i going? Is there an afterlife   I sit and think about it and my blood runs cold   The mysteries of life and all the stories untold   Why we here? Where we going? Why do I exist?   Is there a point or any answer to all of this?   Will my spirit walk restless amongst the grave?   Haunting generations in a vile of rage   Or will my body just rot for maggot feast?   Gnawing on my bones while i rest in peace      [Chorus 2x]   When you die   (will u) re-a-lize   (what takes u) From this life i suffer   Diggin' myself out this hole that they buried me in      [Verse 2:]   The fear of darkness when they lower me down   Will I be concious to the fact that im up under the ground   And will i hearall the tears of the ones who attend   And the dirt hit my coffin when they lower me in   Or will I hover above lookin down on me   Realize the situation and just what it all means   A body laid to rest and a spirit left to fly   No instruction or direction or a sky when i die   Is there a tunnel? Will I walk into the light?   See the people long lost who I knew in life   Will my back spread wings as the choir sings   A halo on my head that heavenly bling   And in the blink of an eye will it be smashed away?   Pulled into the grips of hell my soul left to pay   For the sins of my fater and the sins of his father   Will the demons leave me down like a lamb to the slaughter      [Chorus 2x]      Diggin' myself out of this hole that they buried me in to      [Verse 3:]   All the things that we ever knew   Memories of this life coming back to you   O we rocked deep inside of a shallow grave   Eyes closed forever in our final resting place   Will we remember all the pain of being alone   And how the juggalo world took us into their home   And now this hatchet means more than a tat on my arm   Or this charm ill serve u up some bodily harm