Day Of The Dead

Hello, is there anyone there? Are we the only breathing among the dead? They'll reach out their hands, and drag her home Where will you go, walk among the living Dead help feed the lies below They all will bleed their colors So wipe away her tears, because her beauty is all in vain Hello, is there anyone there? The alabaster walls have stained her memories They'll reach out their hands, and drag her home Down, down underground Where will you go, walk among the living Dead help feed the lies below They all will bleed their colors So wipe away her tears, because her beauty is all in vain Hello is there anyone there? Are we the only breathing among the dead?