Putting the Fun in Funeral

I'm not afraid of the dead I'm afraid of the dying I'm afraid of myself and the choices I'll make Incalculable greed, unspeakable brutality I'm afraid of the dying I'm not afraid of the world Just the people who live there Believe every word of the masters you serve You point the finger but you're never looking inward Be afraid of yourself and your own sense of worth Somewhere out there someone knows your secrets Where you buried them they've become your keeper I'm not afraid of the truth I'm afraid of the fiction I'm not afraid of God I'm afraid of religion It's not a fear of the dark More a fear of the lying I'm not afraid of the dead I'm afraid of the dying Somewhere out there someone knows your secrets Where you buried them they've become your keeper I'm not afraid of the dead I'm afraid of the dying I'm not afraid of the dead I'm afraid of the dying I'm not afraid of the dead I'm afraid of the dying