There's Only One Way Out of Here

There's only one way out of here:
It's six feet in the ground.
There's just one way to free your self:
To body it be bound.

To grow into a larger you,
The self you must entomb
In rock and dirt, where earth did spring
The first you from its womb.

Into what plant will your seed grow
When you give up your bean?
Let Christ arise out of the tomb
Within you and be seen.

Look there, you'll see it when you're dead,
For you will never die.
But only breathe with different breath
And see with different eye.

There is no fear, so cling not to
This seed where now you dwell,
But put your germ where it may grow
And so escape from hell.