I walk hand in hand with corpses,
And the streets we walk are morbid.
Roads lined with scorching torches,
And riddled with their organs.
Streets oh so solemn and sordid.
Skeletons stroll freely among me,
Blissfulness, they've taken from me.
They say "Hey, I'm sorry sonny,
But life ain't always sunny."
So we walk together glumly.
The sky's are gray where we wander
And the landscape is somber.
Nothing but endless time to ponder,
The endless days we have to squander