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 angels say enjoy that special place where the
demons speak to me
I won't pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure

that color satin is me
Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I'll be damn sure to
enjoy eternity

My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone
diaries,
laid to rest with the passing of time

Seems to me 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 love with passion

You live like you're dead
As each day dies, are we living on to the next or passing on in
the twilight