Calabrese The Dead Don't Rise
Well, I'll you something 'bout our world.
There's no one out to comfort your wounds.
Rotten bodies litter the ground.
Whoa, will they stand on their own,
Or stay cold?
Well, I've been to Hell, and I've seen the eyes
Void of life and death, but the dead don't rise.
Your prayers don't count when you're underground
'Cause the dead don't rise, dead don't rise.
Unconscious from your television,
Trapped in a world never to live in.
Dying planet above, black hole pulls in the sun,
Base of the pyramid lay corpses of living beings,
Such things.
Well, I've been to Hell, and I've seen the eyes
Void of life and death, but the dead don't rise.
Your prayers don't count when you're underground
'Cause the dead don't rise, dead don't rise.
Don't tell me all your excuses and lies.
Whoa oh I know, it's the devil inside, so alive.
Well, I've been to Hell, and I've seen the eyes
Void of life and death, but the dead don't rise.
Your prayers don't count when you're underground
'Cause the dead don't rise, dead don't rise.
