A dream of my grandmother's house (again)
She had a baby that died
Corpse placed in a coffin

Buried in the cellar
And someone else died
A second coffin was filled

Then my brother was talking
To the baby's living corpse
A strong scent of rot

As the dead cried

The family is perverse

Ba!@&(t burial plots
My brother is hallucinating
Or is the corpse crying

He opens the lid
And starts to inscribe
On the inside of the coffinlid

He writes strange symbols
I then come upstairs
And I looked outside

Rose bushes were coming alive
I've seen this before


[Solo]

Grandfather's corpse is buried

Along with more rotting caskets
Revisit the dead downstairs
Why are these coffins there?


[Solo]


Remove the wallboards
Behind the walls
Are more remains

And strange inscriptions
Grandmother explained
These burials are special

We watch over
Our own dead


The baby's name was Chrissa
Wrapped in a blanket
With a note within

Such strange visions