tell a tale, a soft story for your life, for your lie

tell a tale to expunge the ghosts from your life

nothing to see here

now the music's over

this is a story for the dead and dead men tell no tales...

in the chaos of this beast,

there are no angels to speak of

no dreams to tell this is the nightmare we've made our selves of

a soulless dream of night mares for the dead...

do you have any secrets? every secret is a lie

listen to the scream of the butterfly as it thrice dies

for some of us, death is all we have to hold onto

the only bright spot is the end...

we want the world and we want it now!

the dead, marching up the steps to the pearly gates

zombies of live.

it is all there is.

for the zombies of hate.

all that's left in our veins is this...

SONG FOR THE DEAD! ! !