One day, not so far away
I'll be dancing on all of your graves
I'll be so content
Tapping that sement
Dinying you all from your rest
I'll follow the fleet, and with my two feet
I'll fly far away from this place
To an uncharted ground
Where I won't be the hound
And be treated as good as the next
In this run of confusion, there is no illusion
I'm running away from myself
Though I won't play the kin
Of my partner in sin
I will always refer to as friend
In this will that I leave, to an adam or eve
Or to whom ever it may concern
Don't ask when or why
But one day in the sky
I'll be tapping all over your graves |