Don't Bury the Dead
Smoke fills sky
Temperature Dies
Watch the Pale Skin
In all of my kin
God a liar
Body on fire
Eyes gone blind
Am I losing my mind
Tell me now
Do I bury the dead
Inside my head
I'm done
Hands have ties
Pretty things have flies
Clothes are stained
From every living thing
Pulses rise
Heavens not in mind
Hands twist the knife
So the rest can stay alive
Tell me now
Do I bury the dead
Inside my head
I'm done
Don't Bury the Dead...
Tell me now If I bury the dead inside my head I'm done
Writer/s: Stellar Converters
