Back From The Grave

In a white room
 Where the grass root grow
 And the music was soot
 All the pleasure and pain washed away with the wind
 And babies are born
 And monsters are born
 Memories fade
 Like a thief in the night they try to put out the light
 When I look at the sky
 Well I wish I was gone
 Because mother you're gone and father you're gone
 Lover you're gone and other you're gone
 Mother, father, lover
 Hero, pleasure, other
 Mother, father, lover
 Hero, pleasure, other
 Mothers are born
 Fathers are born
 Lovers are born
 Others are born
 But the thief in the night
 They try to put out the light
 Memories fade
 And I wish I was gone
 Because mother you're gone and father you're gone
 Lover you're gone and other you're gone
 Mother you're gone and father you're gone
 Lover you're gone and other you're gone