Stygian Shore The Living Dead
I see the signs, it blows my mind
You’ve got your hands tied, suicide
The whip’s got control, of tortured souls
Your body’s in tow, towards a six foot pole
I’m moving slow, I’m very cold
Yeah so I’m told, I’ve got some souls
Your body rises, as the ground disguises
Resurrection time, now I’ve got your mind
On our tombstones, a birth date and so
It’s just a window, maybe for some bones
You walk at night, know how to party right
No bodies uptight, at my gravesite
There’s a party tonight
On my gravesite
