I fell from the sky Mummified Calcified   Predeceased Three weeks at least  And raised as living anyway  Mirroring the imperial designs  Of that heroic age    They shook off the dust Assumed control Bit their lips   And took me home Called me their ownThey held me close   Offered their name And let me wait around   To hold their handsAnd watch them pass away    And every day I wake up dead Stillbornagain  Grave to cradle And here I am Stillbornagain    I looked through my schools For replacements  Made a pitch For applicantsMet with silence  I held them close Offered my name  And made them wait around  I held their hands And watched them pass away    I checked all the texts For instructions  Plundered the tomes Of resurrection  It's tempting fiction Found guilty at birth   And sentenced to lifeWhile serving time   They chortle We're immortal 'Til the day they die    And every day I wake up dead Stillbornagain  Grave to cradle and here I am Stillbornagain    Every day I wake up dead Stillbornagain  St. Cuthbert Just wants To be friends   I'm stillbornagain