Dreamer by Overseer
Look to the sky.
I try not to deny where we lye.
Do we have a home six feet under?
God save us all from ourselves.
It's too late, we've let you down.
Digging a hole six feet under in isolation.
Come down children of fear.
Tell me, is there something after death?
Tell me, do I still have time left?
Without life I am removed.
Sink into the grave.
Bury me.
What am I searching for?
Am I numbered with the dead?
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