04-13-2014, 08:40 PM
We sing our songs amongst the dead;
Each note precisely written down.
When dust dissolves, when blood is bled;
This sea of notes is where we drown
Among the dead in their graves I will roam
in the cemetery close to my home-
because someday
in my own grave I’ll lay...
I might as well first get to know ‘em!
Each note precisely written down.
When dust dissolves, when blood is bled;
This sea of notes is where we drown
Among the dead in their graves I will roam
in the cemetery close to my home-
because someday
in my own grave I’ll lay...
I might as well first get to know ‘em!

