Rise From the Graveyard

You rise from the graveyard bringing fervor of angst Each time you choose to be silent – gives me goose bumps! But I see you now wearing the mask of dead I’m trembled in fear with all the things you said You tell stories about me when you’re at my back But you never care to tell me and put past in pack So we’re making little saga into blockbuster film Then it gradually gets attention, can’t be trimmed The scorch between our eyes flame like a sudden We play to be dead pretending nothing happened Inside in us is a grudge that has been already sensed This bad connection is getting even more intense You rise from the graveyrd and stand up against me Each time you choose to hate me, it’s killing me Then I realized if I make things got worse We’re rotten heads playing roles of the corpse