David Ellefson - Dying Song lyrics

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the blighted test The test of tests It was fate The ilk have died like flies And that fever moves with the swiftness Out of date When the face does leave the face It's d**h's clutching fingers upon This dying song This dying song This dying song This dying song History tells us It's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