Mouthful Of Dirt

A wasteland filled with graves, skeletons and ghosts of former glory
Detached from life, they haunt the living, they try to drag them down
Are you alive?
Have you ever lived?
All around are the sepultures of your friends
Kept in the company of worms, mouthfuls of dirt
How long have you been dead, for some die slow
Have your bones been bleached, felt the bugs beneath your skin?
I will not be one of them
I will not be one of them
Caskets with glass to skew a world view
I will not die like you
I've got more living to do
In the graveyard, where ghosts of your dreams reside
In the graveyard
Dead mean come alive
Dead mean come alive