A wasteland filled with graves, skeletons and ghosts of former glory   Detached from life, they haunt the living, they try to drag them down   Are you alive?   Have you ever lived?   All around are the sepultures of your friends   Kept in the company of worms, mouthfuls of dirt   How long have you been dead, for some die slow   Have your bones been bleached, felt the bugs beneath your skin?   I will not be one of them   I will not be one of them   Caskets with glass to skew a world view   I will not die like you   I’ve got more living to do   In the graveyard, where ghosts of your dreams reside   In the graveyard   Dead mean come alive   Dead mean come alive