The Articulate Dead

This acid world is burning all mothkind
Hear the fevered screaming for the light
Transcendent words defy all space and time
I owe you every thought born in my mind

I like you, and you know it
You're bones but, you try not to show it

Your words can thrill my soul like no other voice
Your distant whisper drowns out modern noise
You've set me free, I am your slave
So make a space for one more in your sweet grave

I like you, and you know it
You're bones but, you try not to show it

Christian soldiers fill us with doubt
They dig you deep and shut you out
You and I, they cannot defeat
We can be together, dead meat!