When We're Dead

To this wall I take my step
Full of johns and janes that I have never met
And to this world I give my best
But I say
Honor those that'd rather they were dead
Those will be be remembered
In our hearts and in our heads

Turn the box of pictures off
Close the magazine with faces you have stalked
The crowd no longer has a lone
The faces you have stalked will never be known
Those will be remembered
Those will be remembered underground

On top of the world at the bottom of the end
Pay your respects and bow your head