I've been looking at these graves all day
And I have nothing left to say
Sometimes I wish that I could bury
My thoughts alive thoughts alive
Sometimes I look down to the floor and see
These neon eyes looking up at me
I don't know why they're watching me
But I know that someday I'll be in a grave
I've been looking at these graves
Looking at their names
Fear is all that I can see
Their names are pretty plain
My lyrics their arcane
Suddenly inhaling cellophane
I've been looking at these graves all day
And I have nothing left to say
Sometimes I wish that I could bury
My thoughts alive thoughts alive
Sometimes I look down to the floor and see
These neon eyes looking up at me
I don't know why they're watching me
But I know that someday I'll be in a grave
I wake up and the trees
They're looking down at me
They seem like they are suffering
Their bark fastly decays
On display the next day
Get buried and lay a bouquet
This is so cliche
We forget about the
People buried in the dirt
Never to be seen again
The only thing to see
Is a stone that Doesn't even
Stand for the body buried underneath
I've been looking at these graves all day
And I have nothing left to say
Sometimes I wish that I could bury
My thoughts alive thoughts alive
Sometimes I look down to the floor and see
These neon eyes looking up at me
I don't know why they're watching me
But I know that someday I'll be in a grave