I am dead
Dead to the world
Comfort and unconsciousness, chains to the nether
But soon the savior comes
Resurrection is at hand
Classes, like Mary, beckon the savior's call
Morning is his cue
But I am dead
Dead to the world
The sun makes his debut
But I slap my savior on the snooze
Chains to the nether hold me tight
Mary pleads with the savior,
"The sun has passed his cue!"
Shrieking, my savior calls to me,
Shriek! Lazarus! Come Forth!
Shriek! I am pulled back from the nether
Shriek! The breath of life enters me
Chains of unconsciousness are cut
Comfort won't let go
I must find the will to live
Throw back the cover of my coffin
My grave clothes I'm still
I struggle toward the sepulcher door
Let the stone be rolled away!
Breathe deep the breath of life
Shower off the dead smell
I leave smelling if fine grave spices
Glance at my watch
Pick up my pace
But it's too late
I'm still dead.