Death is proof of life But not for those Who lie in wake beneath? Scratching, clawing, gasping Their last act of desperation they draw the cord Only to hear the faint distant bell ring far above As they slowly drift into an intoxicating dream
Death is proof of life But not for those Who lie in wake beneath? Scratching, clawing, gasping Their last act of desperation they draw the cord Only to hear the faint distant bell ring far above As they slowly drift into an intoxicating dream