Grave Situation Pt. 2 - The Burning Hell

See my skin peel away right off of my head

Look at my cheeks all pulpy and red

They’re the same cheeks you kissed when I was a kid

So long, so long ago.

See my little shriveled hands like the claws of a bird

I know it sounds crazy, I know it seems absurd

But they’re the same hands that touched you and drove you insane

So long, so long ago.

These bones: take them in your arms

This skin: touch it one more time.

I may be dead, but you’re still mine.

See my curled up lips pucker up for a kiss

See my brittle little hips, see my bony fingertips

These same fingers were crossed when I said ‘til death do us part'

So long, so long ago.

And look at my hair — it’s out of control, it keeps growing and growing and oh

my soul

Is trapped in this box and I can’t do nothing, I’m down in this hole

My eyes may be gone but I can still hear every word you whisper in some other

ear

But soon you’ll be down here and we’ll be together again.

These bones: take them in your arms

This skin: touch it one more time.

I may be dead, but you’re still mine.