We stand on the nerves of death
and watch shadows move like a lost soul,
silent whispers leaking through my ribs!
on this pole i hang on like grim death...
we stand motionless and lost;
faces pale as an on duty ghost,
we stand watching over the pivots of our skulls
hearts fingering the jaws of death!
we stand under a cursed peice of earth,
Have we been buried alive!?