Look at my eyes, I'm bout to dig up my little brother's body at the graveyard   I'm trippin' real hard   Hop the fence with a shovel in my hand   Walk silently, don't make a sound in the dead land   Shadows switched and become demons of hell   As I walk alone down the windy trail   Lookin' for the tombstone with his name   Hear the cries of a little girl in pain   Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and cries   But something was wrong with this bitch's eyes   She turned around and her eyes were a deep red   Blood stains matted her hair to her fuckin' head   Seein' the sight, I almost began to choke   I swung the shovel and the girl turned into smoke   What was happening, did I lose my mind?   Dug up a grave, let her breathe for the first time   Back on the move, I gots to find my kid   My little brother who died with mortal sin   Along the way, I dug up a couple of graves   Of some children who died at a young age   Why did life deal such a bad hand   Like my brother who got killed by a man   Man, and I never knew   Why I couldn't stop stabbing him when everybody told me to   They said that I was a killer and a family disgrace   Cursed my name and smacked me in the face   Time to right my wrongs and correct my sins   Dig up my brother so I can be closer to him   Back down the trail of the winding path   I hear some voices behind me start to laugh   They were the souls of the children I'd released   From the grave a whole 6 feet deep   Down they go to earth with a smiling face   No more cries of pain in this evil place   There's my brother's gravesite just ahead   Time to dig a hole and wake the dead   Scratch the ground to reunite my family ties   My little brother, the product of my blood lines   Find the box, pull it out, put it in place   Open the casket and touch little Joey's face   Start to cry but remember what I had did   How could I have taken the life of such a little kid?   Hold him close and tell him everything's alright   Carry his body off into the moonlight   Back thru the graveyard, lookin' for the ones I missed   With my brother on my shoulder and he's lifeless   Down the streets on the way to my house   Bugs and insects keep falling out of his mouth   Got to my house and kicked open the door   Lay Joey's body on the cold floor   Now I'm trippin' and I don't know what to do   Light some candles to brighten up the room   Standin' over his body with my knife   Please God, give Joey back his fuckin' life   I slit his throat, maybe that'll help him breathe   Cut off his eyelids, maybe now he'll see   "Why did you do this to me Jamie? Why did you do this to me? Why did you do this to me? Why did you do this Jamie? It's your turn to die now! It's your turn to live in a graveyard!"      "This is why children shouldn't play with dead things..."