At night when you are sleeping,
They’ll seek to find your soul;
And when you think you’re just dreaming,
You’ll suddenly have no control;
They’ll bind your hands and feet,
And you’ll know not what to do;
You’ll struggle and fight them off,
But they’ll never let go of you;
They’ve got you where they want you,
You breathe deep and close your eyes;
And you wish that you were living,
So you’d never hear those goodbyes;
As they take you down through the ground,
You wish that you were dead;
But now they’ve truly got you,
And this is more than just in your head;
You’re living in the real world,
Where everyone will die;
There’s no escaping the power of death,
And no one knows why;
It oftentimes sneaks upon you,
And grabs you from behind;
And just the thought of dying,
Can cause damage to your mind;
You may think this is crazy,
But it’s just a fact of life;
And everyone will soon be gone,
Whether natural, by gun or by a knife;
Dying isn’t an easy thing,
When a loved one is taken away;
And when death passes over,
No one is strong enough to stay;
So when you’re old and sick,
And you’re lying on death’s bed;
Just let yourself relax,
And try not to fight, the living dead.
