Called upon to the incinerator I'm not ready to die Feeling heat from the open flames I'm still quite alive No... don't put me in I'm not a corpse I must live My soul is torn In the crate i hear men speak I start to sweat as they move me On the table next to the flames I will never breathe again Boils on my feet start to burn I know that next is my turn The pain i endured wasn't bad Now i'm dead many are glad My death was fine it was real What is next? cremated alive