Nobody knows what happens after our lifeless bodies are sealed in a casket and lowered into the ground. Is there a heaven, is there a hell? What happens if you don’t quite meet the criteria for either, do you moulder in the earth as a host for worms or is there a place where all lost souls unite and does the entrance to this ghostly realm lie at the bottom of an open grave in a forgotten cemetery in the woods.
There exists a secret place
Heralded by death embrace
You’ll soon learn there’s life after death
Soon after your corpse has been dressed
You can only come around
As you’re buried six feet down
When your body functions have ceased
And the maggots begin to feast
You’ll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
Deep below the hollowed ground
Far from the safe lights of town
At home amongst the beetles and worms
Where the creepy crawlers still squirm
Unfortunately it’s not heaven
Fortunately it’s not quite hell
It’s a place of legend and myth
Where the reaper has gonna amiss
You’ll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
You will soon depart from the heart in your chest
For its incessant beating will eventually end
You wont need the flood of warm blood in your veins
For every single crimson drop will certainly be drained
All your worldly possessions
And all your measly convictions
Will be useless after the day you die
You wont need them on the other side
Now as your pulse subsides
Time has come to say your goodbyes
Saint Peter doesn’t call your name
And your body does not drown in flames
You’ll exist beyond creation
No hope for reincarnation
Once they carve out your headstone
And you’re left with nothing but a bag of bones
You’ll receive your invitation
If you’re lost between the stations
You’ll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
A casket holds your lifeless form
That chunk of meat is no longer warm
Before your insides begin to curd
You’ll transcend into an ether
Every lost soul migrates here
As the real world sheds a tear
A spirit not fit for ascension
A soul not fit for redemption
You’ll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
You will soon depart from the heart in your chest
For its incessant beating will eventually end
You wont need the flood of warm blood in your veins
For every single crimson drop will certainly be drained
All your worldly possessions
And all your measly convictions
Will be useless after the day you die
You wont need them on the other side
Now as your pulse subsides
Time has come to say your goodbyes
Well now
It seems you’re cursed to wander
Into the pitch black yonder
You cant be saved
Now your body lies in a cold cold grave
Well now
It seems you’re off the beaten path
An exiled outcast
What lies ahead face the facts son
You are dead dead dead
Well now
It seems you’ve come to realization
That you’re an abomination
So don’t be sad life after death ain’t so bad bad bad
Well now
I really must be on my way
There’s other folks who’ve gone astray
It never ends go forth and haunt
Make some enemies
Or friends
You will soon depart from the heart in your chest
For its incessant beating will eventually end
You wont need the flood of warm blood in your veins
For every single crimson drop will certainly be drained
All your worldly possessions
And all your measly convictions
Will be useless after the day you die
You wont need them on the other side
Now as your pulse subsides
Time has come to say your goodbyes
If it wants it’ll get you
Firmly in its grip
Sit back don’t fight
Go along for the trip
Prepare to be scared
Right out of your skin
Welcome to the netherworld where and new life begins
~Lyrics By Curtis Rx
