Clatoo Vereta Nictoo

It's 10 to 1, and heres the 7 45,

Were almost done, I hope you make it out alive, it wasn't me who Dragged us to the cemetary,

He wanted us to believe in all the things he reads,

I'll close my eyes,

I'll take their word,

The dirt benath me isn't solid at all,

Maybe I'd be better off with the dead,

I'll close my eyes, I'll take their word, The dead will rise and maybe break my fall, as if my life would ever matter at all.

He dug the grave but Eric doesnt wanna drive, you wanna bet he doesnt make it out alive, hes standing still you think you've never seen this before, he loves the blood and the gore, hes always looking for more,

But this is real it isn't just a fantasy, I never thought that he would get so far so fast, the bodys out in veiw for all of us to see, and now im down on my knees leaving my lunch in the grass,

I'll close my eyes,

I'll take their word,

The dirt beneath me isn't solid at all,

Maybe I'd be better off with the dead,

I'll close my eyes, I'll take their word, The dead will rise and maybe break my fall, as if my life would ever matter at all,

This is the race,

My fists are clenched,

He speaks a spell,

I think she moved,

I cant beleive what I'm about to see,

She turns to him,

He smiles at me,

This feels so wrong so look away,

I cant because theres something holding me,

(cross my heart and I hope to die)x6

Cross my heart and hope to die,

The words have worked on more than just my sweet Laurine,

We woke them all for as far as the eye can see,

Their fingers are cold and Eric is gone, This wasn't my idea,

I could have mourned like all the rest,

I should have let her soul just rest...