18. Under

There is a line.
Above my head.
Im six feet under.
But am i dead?
Im still breathing,
and i still feel.
But nothing seems,
like its real.
There is a ground,
that is my sky.
Im six feet under.
I dont know why.
I have done nothing,
to get all this.
Im still alive.
What did i miss?
Im under your influence,
You social drug.
But theres no grave,
That i have dug.
Im six feet under.
Not under the ground.
Im still alive.
No body found.
Im under the laws,
That they all keep.
I never listen,
To mindless sheep.
My heart had died.
But it did revive.
In false pretences,
Im alive.
But i am under,
What is found.
For you find lies,
Deep in the ground.
But i am deeper.
So deep under.
Pick up a scapel.
A mind to plunder.
And you dig deep,
Into your trench.
I'll still be under.
Your wretched stench.
Im still beneath,
The lies are true.
Im am under,
...But, Not under you.