Dying Song (feat. Philip H. Anselmo)

I hear them askin', will I play the caretaker

To your little grave?

There's no longer reasons why you'd be denied

The things that you've requested bravely

And be treated with the honor

Due a conquered long-timer

In the mist

Sight is a very precious sense

For those who've endured the blind

Life, a different form of life

Has a different form of death not withstanding

This dying song

This dying song

They say he had no heart, just a big

Hole in his chest

They got it wrong in part, trust me, we knew the blighted test

The test of test of test of tests

It was fate, the ilk have died like flies

And that fever moves with the swiftness

Out of date, when the face does leave the face

It's death clutchin' finger upon

This dying song

This dying song

This dying song

This dying song

Oh

History tells us it's always the same

When fire rages on that little grave

No longer reasons to be denied

They got it wrong, a dying song

This dying song

A dying song

She needs a doctor

Or an undertaker

Believe the mocker

Death-tripped forsaker

Death-tripper, forsaker

Death-tripper, forsaker

Death-tripper, forsaker

Death-tripper, a dying song sadly mistaken

This dying song

This dying song