Anything from tetanus to a lost head,
welcome to the land of the chained the land of the dead,
dead bodies buried is not enough said,
So we make headstones across fields to spread,
Blood stains the ground,
And crying is the sound,
That i hear every time i visit my family,
They all died you see,
accidents happen they tell me,
I miss them much but not anymore really,
Cause i work here and can say hi everyday,
tossing roses on their graves in every way,
I miss mom dad and brother.