Wake up Dead

"Dying, is an art, like everything else"
 "I do it exceptionally well."
 "I do it so it feels like hell."
 (A willow tree is strong enough to bend)
 (Never like the oak who lives)
 (In fear of the wind)
 (A grain of sand is all I ever wanted to be)
 (Lay me down and let the water)
 (Wash right over me)
 (Right on over me)
 "I do it so it feels real."
 (Right on over me)
 Listen to the creature with October in his eyes
 As I illustrate the features just to mold them into life
 I'll hold it with my hands and I'll sculpt it into ice
 Just so I can set her free and let her soar into the sky
 Follow me into the grim odyssey the villain's in
 Haunting like a diligent zombie till it kills again
 All I see's a colony of oddities and ill intent
 Feeling bent, swallowing the qualities of innocence
 In a sense, there's a sickness in my chest
 If you think that life's a bitch you should give her some respect
 Maybe she's a genophobe, a victim of neglect
 And the impotence you have is just a symptom of the stress (Yes!)
 All I know is that there is no certainty in life I hold
 Weather in Seattle matches perfectly inside my skull
 Everything is dark, everything is grey and cold
 Laying out the canvas just so I can let the paint unfold
 Phantom in the rainfall, phantasmagoric
 Plastered in the same spot but can't manage solace
 Standing in the graveyard with hands clamped in foregrip
 Chant until the days gone, a fantastic courtship
 (You) Look into my eyes and try to find a breath of life
 (See) All the mysteries and secrets that I kept disguised
 (Through) All the perfect insecurities I meant to hide
 (Me) Ain't no way because I always feel so dead inside
 Now I spell "dedicate" with another letter A
 Walk into the center stage, caught up into heaven's gate
 Every single step I take reminds me of the death I taste
 Unfulfilled promises or ones I didn't get to make
 Unless they break, but I'm modest with the greeting
 Overexistential and my confidence is sinking
 Swallowed all my pride, my esophagus is bleeding
 Ominous and seething, watching but I'm nauseous from the feeding
 This what you get when you've been greeted with an echo
 Just another operatic sequence in falsetto
 Just another very tragic piece of a libretto
 Just another charismatic demon in the meadow
 Sneaky with the silver tongue, now I've lost my thrill for blood
 Falling to my knees as the shadows start to close in
 Take my last breath, grab my own lifeless hand
 Let the silence in and I finally fall asleep