This is not my bed to rest, in the dirt, with no beat hailing from my chest
Resurrect me and bring color back to my eyes
Dying, pale-faced, sickened friend of mine
Speak with me, for the last time
Dead man, show me where you rest your head
So I know not to follow any trace of your footsteps
Gravedigger, I watched you take a breath
And as the color left your face, the earth became your bed

This is the end, of your existence
But my own fate, lies in the palm of my hands
So every breath, moves with steps
To keep you far from me
There’s no escaping the truth
There’s no coming back for you

I feel death’s hands wrapped around
My neck, but dear God, I want to live instead
Only I will watch my veins run dry, and give out
Are we alone in life? Or only when we die?
Maybe with death will come a light, to be spread
Over the sky and bring the end of something beautiful

Maybe my life is meant to chase
A God without a face, to build me as I’m meant to be
Oceans flood my, bruised and red eyes
As I awake and see the sun
Maybe with death will come
A light to be spread over the sky