It seems my feather mind has forgotten once more/
The bittersweet death of a friend/
For it claims that it has seen the true carnal being/

But ghosts seem to haunt and offend/
Don't bother dealing with sin/
For it will snare/

You're better off dead/
Don't pester the soul that's within/
Don't care/

You're better off dead/
O' I know I've been saved by grace/
So why do I still see my corpse?/

And how did it breach the grave THAT I SET HIM IN?/
O' I know I'm a child of light/
So why do I blow out my torch?/

I know I should stand and fight BUT I FELL AGAIN!/
FELL AGAIN!/
I'm weak and you are strong/

It's the recipe for disaster of me/
I see now you've come/
Having never tasted the earth/

They say that dead men tell no tales/
So why do I still hear your voice?/
O' I know I've been saved by grace/

So why do I still see my corpse?/
And how did it breach the grave THAT I SET HIM IN?/
O' I know I'm a child of light/

So why do I blow out my torch?/
I know I should stand and fight BUT I FELL AGAIN!/
FELL AGAIN!/

This time I'll make sure you're dead.