Your Parents Your Here They Will Soon Be Mourners Welcome To The Lower Birth The Greatest Show Unearthed We Appear Without A Sound The Darkest Show
alright everybody sit down quiet down listen up i brought you all here to recite the annual obituaries like every year we'll start with A and we'
how do you cure what is dead? i just shoot from the hip and i aim for the head he used to be your friend that was another life with a single bullet
Is It Wrong To Have A Corpse In My Bed I Don't Think So, Even If She Is Dead Is It Disturbing, Is It A Crime She's Been Expired For Quite Some Time
I Forever Dream Within A Dream Of A Certain City In The Sea As I Walk The Valley Of Unrest Behind This Mask Of Crimson Death I Long For A Loss
I Bury The Dead Yeah Secret Place In My Head Shovel Underneath My Bed Caught With My Hands Red Midnight Is Creeping In My Tightrope Is Wearing
I Poured Super Glue Into My Fathers Hair As He Sat Unaware In His Arm Chair Much To His Dismay Had To Cut It All Away Oh, But It Felt Great
Look To The Skies Something Mysterious Falls To The Earth Maybe A Blessing, Maybe A Curse At First We Thought They Meant Us No Harm No Sense Of
Our Story Starts So Very, Very Deep Underground Unaware Of The Legions They Are Building Down There Then Comes The Sound, A Shrill Signal Loud Enough
Gotta Run Away Try Get Away Gotta Run Away Try Get Away If You Ever Want To See Your Daughter Again And Every Little Thing Goes According To Plan