Raise up the ghosts of the dead - I won't die like them    Push past the point of raw emotion - I will breathe    Exist with a broken spirit - I will die complete    Ignore what the angels say enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me    I won't pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure that color satin is me    Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I'll be damn sure to enjoy eternity    My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries,   laid to rest with the passing of time    Seems to me that even love can die    And the rituals, that fade away, and the roses that cease to be laid    And to me it clearly appears that we're already one foot in a very shallow grave    I will love with passion    You live like you're dead    As each day dies, are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight