Raise up the ghosts of the dead- I won't die like them Push past the point of raw emotion-I will breathe Exist with a broken spirit- I will die complete Ignore what the angel's say- Enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me Wont, pick out the lining, of my coffin yet Unless I'm sure this color satin is me Better yet go with crushed velvet That way I'll be damned sure to enjoy eternity My daily life writes the eulogy Engraved on tombstone diaries Laid to rest by the passing of time Seems to be that even love can die And the rituals, that fade away And the roses, that cease to be laid And to me it clearly appears that we're already one foot in a very shallow grave I WILL LIVE MY LIFE WITH PASSION YOU LIVE LIKE YOUR ALREADY DEAD As each day dies are we living to the next Or passing on in the twilight
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