Cemetary night shift...

Walking all around,
on dirt known as dead ground...
Now what is it that I'm supposed to do?!
I was supposed to keep my eye on you!

They've captured you,
and now your gone...
They've taken you,
beneath the lawn...

To feast on you,
and leave your shell...
That's the way,
these dead souls dwell...

I dig for you but they catch me...
Their icy fingers won't let me free...
My presence was not wanted here...
And now I'm all alone, I fear...

My blood that spills upon rotting skin,
turns to cream, they rub it in...

They sucked the life from my very veins,
now all that's left of me is stains...

My anguished soul has joined their strife,
that's the last time, I'll save a life...