Dying Song

I hear them asking
Will I play the caretaker
To your little grave?
There's no longer reasons why
You'd be denied the things that you've requested bravely

And be treated with the arrow
Due a conquered long-timer
In the midst

Sight is a very precious sense
For those who've endured the blind life
A different form of life
Has a different form of death, not withstanding

This dying song
This dying song

They say he had no heart
Just a big hole in his chest
They got it wrong in part
Trust me, we knew the blighted test
The test of tests, the test of tests

It was fate
The ilk have died like flies
And that fever moves with the swiftness
Out of date
When the face does leave the face
It's death's clutching fingers upon

This dying song
This dying song
This dying song
This dying song

History tells us it's always the same
When fire rages on that little grave
No longer reasons to be denied
They got it wrong, a dying song

This dying song

A dying song

She needs a doctor
Or an undertaker
Believe the mocker
Death-tripped forsaker

Death-tripper
Forsaker
Death-tripper
Forsaker
Death-tripper
Forsaker
Death-tripper, a dying song sadly mistaken
This dying song
This dying song