I hear them asking
Will I play the caretaker
To your little grave?
There's no longer reasons why
You'd be denied the things that you've requested bravely
And you'd be treated with the honor
Due a conquered long-timer
In the midst
Sight
Is a very precious sense
For those who've endured the blind
Life
A different form of life
Has a different form of d**h not withstanding
This dying song
This dying song
They say he had no heart
Just a big hole in his chest
They got it wrong in part
Trust me, we knew the blighted test
The test of tests
It was fate
The ilk have died like flies
And that fever moves with the swiftness
Out of date
When the face does leave the face
It's d**h's clutching fingers upon
This dying song
This dying song
This dying song
This dying song
History tells us
It's always the same
When fire rages
On that little grave
No longer reasons
To be denied
They got it wrong
A dying song
This dying song
A dying song
[Solo: Alex Skolnick]
She needs a doctor
Or an undertaker
Believe the mocker
d**h-tripped forsaker
d**h-tripper
Forsaker
d**h-tripper
Forsaker
d**h-tripper
Forsaker
d**h-tripper
A dying song sadly mistaken
This dying song
This dying song