You open your eyes,
And you realize…
You’re dead.
Buried six feet under, wasted.

You’re dead yet your heart is beating
Numb while your wounds are throbbing
Worms are gnawing on your flesh
Sipping your blood so fresh.

And all you can do is spat,
‘Cause they just won’t stop.
Hopeless,
Helpless.

Hush now, my sweet lady,
Consider that not a malady.
You’ll see, death is sweet.
It may seem so bleak but oh, it’s so sweet.

Sleep now, my love
Be peaceful like a dove
Wait for the opening of the Great Hall
Walk humbly when you hear Him call.

Hear his voice,
Forget your toils.
Take a breath
Of the sweetness of death…