The Dead succeed
This is known
They label your life as something good
No matter who you were
They call you successful
But this is not the case
When speaking of me

So what shall play
When I get buried

What shall be my worthy song
Representation of my life
A song about failure
A song about missed love

Who shall I be made as
Someone who chased hope
Failing at everything but reputation
I stand up for my mind
Fell in love with a girl
Lost my mother's heart
Along with my brothers

So what shall play
Over sad conversation
While I lay
In a velvet-lined casket
A song not yet made
A song not sung
A song to be made
I hope by the time I die there will be one

It's not made for a reason
Cause nobody has failed
Nobody broke trust
As nobody is that bad
And if there is one
One person in this world
Who has done what I have done
They won't write it as I hope

So as they tell of a happily lived life
A life free of lie
A golden human
They shall play no songs
They shall read my words
They speak the truth
Of a life now in the dirt