Say, is that rain or are they tears
That stained your concrete face for years?
That crying, weeping, shedding strife
Year after year, life after life

A narrow freshly broken ground
A concrete angel laid right down
Upon the grave which swallows fast
It’s peace at last, oh, peace at last

Empty they say
Death, won’t you let me stay?
Empty they say
Death, hear me call your name
Oooooooh, call your name

Suicide? I’ve already died
It’s just the funeral I’ve been waiting for
Cyanide! Living dead inside
Break this empty shell forevermore…