Song for the Dead

I sing a song to the dead From my heart, profoundly sad Forlorn I cling to everything that is them By betraying their peace I keep death in asylum Song for the dead I touch their eyes, harvest their rheum And rub it in mine, to try to see them I can't let them go, they stay in decay "Till death do us part?" That's what they all say... Song for the dead I wear their clothes, so warm and tight You think it's wrong, I know I'm right! Cause even their hair, so soft and fine Once draping their skull, now looks good on mine. Looks good... on mine... Song for the dead All good things must come to an end Empty words, when Death is your friend I'm living this endless lucid dream In the land of the dead I'm King Libertine Never buried neither forgotten I dance and laugh amongst the rotten And when my kingdom meets its maker One song will silence the undertaker

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 10, 2025