Fire consumes their flesh and cleans their bones Laying substantially in ashes, gone up in smokes Fractured skulls, dislocated jaws from many homes The air is so odoress dense, it makes me choke
Filled in silence, an old crematorium ground Just burning smell of carcass, melting meat down Only the caretakers live about and around Strangely no night birds nor creatures roam to sound
What am I doing here, all by myself this night? Where is my home, my own who left me offsight? Why I cannot feel my body? Why am I afraid of light? Why this mist surrounds me? Why it doesn't feel alright?
I am guessing, I'm dead and being burnt down What was that, I died off?, that I can not remember now So what do I do to manifest my leagues around Laying under ashes, I know, that's my skeletal on the ground.*