I wrote this its kinda gross i'm not gonna lie
We are the Dead
Sleep softly my friend in the ground
Safe with the worms, you'll never be found
Sleeping gently in the arms of fate
Dreaming with the minds of the lost great
Of Cedar boxes gently rotting
Of sleepless minds forever plotting
Of rotting feet forever plodding
They fall off in the grave
The things we can not save
Our heads are falling off
It only takes a cough
Pity the dead.
Sleep softly my friend in the ground
Safe with the worms, you'll never be found
Sleeping gently in the arms of fate
Dreaming with the minds of the lost great
Of Cedar boxes gently rotting
Of sleepless minds forever plotting
Of rotting feet forever plodding
They fall off in the grave
The things we can not save
Our heads are falling off
It only takes a cough
Pity the dead.