Respect the ones, who are lying in their grave,
and never had any respect of being dead who flued red blood an crawl in a deep hole in a hole of end,
being something of a one-night-stand
Some people do not like the dead
They are just lying there feelingless,
Hopeless,
When I think about that corps,
That corps could be me
I would be lying there,
Feeling so feelingless and hopeless,
I think it could be better than that,
To go to another world,
And feeling not so lonely anymore
And now I am awake,
I shiver and shake,
How the murderners take,
Someones life away,
And took it to hell and burned it away,
I hope for the dead they have one more chance,
One more chance to live good and not to feel bad,
Or wear a hat or something,
And that changes my mind,
About the life I have ,
I would change my life to give the dead people a heart,
And I would make a painting art,
About the dead and how they do not live anymore,
And I hope they will live in that place and that they feel everything and not lonely and not hopeless,
I hope they will be happy forever and ever more.....