Hearse

Torn out of your grave deprived of your eternal sleep 

I'm anxious to steal if for your corpse I want to keep 

Your journey for Elysium I stopped before in begun 

Sent through dimensions for me your flesh and soul 

For you none 



I attract misery like a light attacks moths 

I need you all dead I get off funerals 

Ghostfaced assassin invisible for eye and ear 

In life and in death I got you in a chokehold 

Of fear 



When I have killed you I let you hide in death awhile 

After you all dead I get off on funerals 

Come with me now and I'll open you eyes 

Killing for me is a pleasure not even found 

In paradise 



A blessing for the wicked 

A chalice for the cursed 

To ride the nights as frightening dreams 

Within the devils hearse 



Welcome to the neverdead 

This life was just your first 



I'll never let you go I'll never set you free 

You can always pray but in the end you follow me 

All to be entombed and buried you are all my prey 

All Morningside mortuary where the dead 

No longer is that way 



A nightmare for the blessed 

And those who puts god first 

To see what's afterlife is like 

Within the devils hearse 



You are now the neverdead 

From here on the nightmare only gets worse.