Dirt

Dirt is made from the dead They were having fun until I came And took their grass away A yard of graves No cheer The happy days are gone They might as well be alive I want your halo I could have made Such good progress On this god forsaken Planet of green Acting like I'm alive And fine But I cannot even manage To be my own master I am afraid of death And I want some certainty That I Am not the next to go That's why I'm here tonight Amongst the graves Of those I do not wish to be One of Dead ones Did not capture The very meaning Of my mission No one let me Help them Not one That's all I had To do To become fulfilled I might be a shadow But none of those I see Here tonight in front of me I'm hoping to be free But the bright blue light that now Flashes before my very eye Is an indication Oh this night will be my last Someone did snap my neck This was all a wicked dream Made up Inside my frightened mind The ship This trip My job was all a lie I hope I will at least be remembered