Raise up the ghosts of the dead- I won't die like them
Push past the point of raw emotion-I will breathe
Exist with a broken spirit- I will die complete
Ignore what the angel's say-
Enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me
Wont, pick out the lining, of my coffin yet
Unless I'm sure this color satin is me
Better yet go with crushed velvet
That way I'll be damned sure to enjoy eternity
My daily life writes the eulogy
Engraved on tombstone diaries
Laid to rest by the passing of time
Seems to be that even love can die
And the rituals, that fade away
And the roses, that cease to be laid
And to me it clearly appears that we're already one foot in a very shallow grave
I WILL LIVE MY LIFE WITH PASSION
YOU LIVE LIKE YOUR ALREADY DEAD
As each day dies are we living to the next
Or passing on in the twilight