The Articulate Dead

This acid world is burning all mothkind Hear the fevered screaming for the light Transcendent words defy all space and time I owe you every thought born in my mind I like you, and you know it You're bones but, you try not to show it Your words can thrill my soul like no other voice Your distant whisper drowns out modern noise You've set me free, I am your slave So make a space for one more in your sweet grave I like you, and you know it You're bones but, you try not to show it Christian soldiers fill us with doubt They dig you deep and shut you out You and I, they cannot defeat We can be together, dead meat!