Help the dead They're cold in the ground as their clothes start to wither. Feed the dead They still need to nurture their skin and their bones. Tell the dead Not everything ends with the ultimate breath. Grieve the dead Earthly as ever their flesh is decayed Who by faith is still intact And by life is semused Aren soul to interect, but in bond confused Leave the dead They're fine on their own Spare the dead They did all they could and don't need a reproof Tell the dead Its all as they left it and we still have days Wake the dead Coming apocalypse cant be set back Who by faith is still intact And by life is semused Aren soul to interect, but in bond confused Leave the dead They're fine on their own