…for the Dead

Inserted memories Back to haunt us, not to save us Driving all night in Copenhagen I need to leave this, I need it now You seem uncertain – I will correct you It’s not a feeling, please realize It’s not a drill, they’re really here Inside my heart, the symbolism Let go of my two feet We’re hanging by a thread The evil matter We leave the scene And for a dead man’s hand You’re using mine

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 06, 2026