Don't Put Me In the Ground

Stuffed in a pine box
Underneath a dying tree
Waiting for it roots to break in
So the botanical monster can feed
To become the Earth's lunch
Is that all life really means
I thought when we die our souls are freed
But instead we become a compost heap
Tell me preacher why do keep feeding these lies to me

If I'm gonna die
Just let me fry
If I'm gonna die
Don't sell me lies
If I'm gonna die
Don't put me in the ground!