Let it always be known that I was who I am But give me to a rambling man Oh naive little me Asking what things you have seen And you're vulnerable in your head You'll scream and you'll wail till you're dead Creatures fade by night Following things that

Dead, dead, you'll always be dead to me Dead, dead, dead You'll always be dead to me You belong in the grave never to be heard from again Losing it, get a grip, turn it around No one here cares if you're running your mouth I won't wait around 'til you