Senses Fail

I'm climbing out of the hole that Ive been digging
Throwing out all the blue prints I have drawn up for the safe house
I stashed away enough food for forty days, gallons of water, first aid, and propane,
And some wine to entertain
I'm always planning for the worst
I signed my will right after birth
I've got my eulogy rehearsed
I fall to pieces and I get weak in the knees
When I think about eternity
Have I been led astray?
Feeling like they forgot me
He had the right name but the wrong street
I'm pulling nails out from the coffin
I'm gasping for air
My eyes are full just like the moon
I've got a silver bullet stare
The holy grail that I was taught
Was fiction but the fact is that it's not
In communion with my thoughts
The vultures circle overhead
Hanging like halos for the dead
But I'm not suited for one yet