A wasteland filled with graves, skeletons and ghosts of former glorynDetached from life, they haunt the living, they try to drag them downnAre you alive?nHave you ever lived?nAll around are the sepultures of your friendsnKept in the company of worms, mouthfuls of dirtnHow long have you been dead, for some die slownHave your bones been bleached, felt the bugs beneath your skin?nI will not be one of themnI will not be one of themnCaskets with glass to skew a world viewnI will not die like youn I’ve got more living to donIn the graveyard, where ghosts of your dreams residenIn the graveyardnDead mean come alivenDead mean come alive