The end?
Everytime It seems to stop
It goes on and on and on
The sad sound of a funeral brought you down
The dead are quiet but it isn't over
Not yet
Hear thoose tear drops hitting the ground
It goes on and on and on
Buried alive boiling six feet under
Burning in hell with six of them
Blackened burned six scars over you
Don't let the body in the bag get in your head
Because it isn't real
Or is it?
You'll never know
