Macy Gray

Torn out of your grave deprived of your eternal sleep

I'm anxious to steal if for your corpse I want to keep

Your journey for Elysium I stopped before in begun

Sent through dimensions for me your flesh and soul

For you none



I attract misery like a light attacks moths

I need you all dead I get off funerals

Ghostfaced assassin invisible for eye and ear

In life and in death I got you in a chokehold

Of fear



When I have killed you I let you hide in death awhile

After you all dead I get off on funerals

Come with me now and I'll open you eyes

Killing for me is a pleasure not even found

In paradise



A blessing for the wicked

A chalice for the cursed

To ride the nights as frightening dreams

Within the devils hearse



Welcome to the neverdead

This life was just your first



I'll never let you go I'll never set you free

You can always pray but in the end you follow me

All to be entombed and buried you are all my prey

All Morningside mortuary where the dead

No longer is that way



A nightmare for the blessed

And those who puts god first

To see what's afterlife is like

Within the devils hearse



You are now the neverdead

From here on the nightmare only gets worse.