To the Grave

The classic story of the boy heartbroken over the girl The one who lays underneath the world No light could ever reach her grave No day or night, she went unsaved The cold, small, dark room will make you lose your head Make you wish you were dead Alright Hold your cross to your chest Laying in the puddle of your prayers Alright, beware the feeling of your dread and despair Go to the cemetery, dig up your bride Confess all of your sins and your love to the dead Can you hear me down there The shovel meets the dirt like spiders in your hair I pulled you out and I felt the doubt, I held you there How could you dare Día de los muertos Cual es tu favorite format de morir Alright Hold your cross to your chest Laying in the puddle of your prayers Alright, beware the feeling of your dread and despair He didn't have demon in him, he had an angel that was hurt and bruised You like to hang out with death, and kick back with the devil Well after all, after all Were all just skin and bones with lost souls And after everything I did, where are you now Oh to feel you again Oh to be touched by you again Oh to be with you again