Your lips are cold and numb
The dead bury the dead
Your father and sons?
The knife is to your own neck
The dead bury the dead again, again, again
Your father and sons
Will you stumble? Will you regret your path, your name?
So lick the plate clean until
Progress is a choice in life
Leave all that is dead behind
The annihilation of your pride
I want for you to open up your eyes
Let the dead bury the dead
My foundations will not crumble or see decay
You're begging like a pig for crumbs
Dead bury the dead
The dead bury the dead
Follow me, taste the life
You will follow all that is revealed
Envision all that is unseen
The knife is to your own neck
Are you suffering?
I want, I want, I need, I need, and I want
Dead bury the dead
Face down, don't turn your back on me
Follow me, taste the life
Where's your dedication? Your fight?
Why do you choose to bury
Leave all that is dead behind
I am wretched skin in vain but I will not collapse
Are you dying from inside?
When the last candle burns out will you find your way?
You will follow because your light is growing dim
Off with your own head
Change your footsteps
