Have you noticed, my flesh is broken and a spirit is missingMy body thrown into the waste bin, can you hear the hissingThe voices of the dead are calling, their bodies lay twitchingI'm not dead, I'm falling, as a book of the dead is printing
Have you noticed, my flesh is broken and a spirit is missingMy body thrown into the waste bin, can you hear the hissingThe voices of the dead are calling, their bodies lay twitchingI'm not dead, I'm falling, as a book of the dead is printing