Hearse

While the wind
Blows by your tombstone
This is how it ends
Death could never come too slow

Are you cursed?
Begging Pleading for rest
Into a hearse
Your spirit has left

While the wind
Blows by my grave site
This is how it ends
Death could never feel so right

Am I cursed behind the blessed?
Into a hearse
My spirit has left

While the air
Stands high as a smoke screen
This is how it ends
But the world kept hoping
The world kept hoping

We were cursed
Always Begging Pleading for rest
Into a hearse
Our spirits have left

It's getting worse
You must confess
Who will drive the hearse?
Our spirits left
Our spirits left

2005 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally

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Written by Emperor MAR
July 5, 2005 & October 19, 2005
Lyrics & Poems