It was thursday last, if I remember rightly
there had been a terrible thunder storm the night before
well I went to bed, laid down my head
and ******* by morning I was dead

Well I looked in the bathroom mirror, pinched my face
checked my temperature, couldn't feel my heart race
oh dear I thought this is not at all good
waking up dead, I didn't think you could

Well the weeks have gone by
and I know I'm not well or alive
butter can't melt on my bread
don't eat anymore after waking dead

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris