Desolate Cemetery
Walking through this barren place
What thoughts do I conceive?

I'm wondering what it's like
When this wicked world we leave
There are graves with brand new tombstones

And others old and cracked
My body is the only one with soul intact


Chorus:
You're too late
You can't wait

It's your fate
You leave
You see

You're free

This question you must ask yourself

In whom do you believe?
Will God give eternal life
Or will your soul he leave?

Well, I've asked myself this question
And this is what I've found
Where are you goin', baby?

Six feet under ground.

Chorus:

You're too late
You can't wait
It's your fate

You leave
You see
You're free