Walking by your burned out buildings
driving by your blown down trees
driving by your burnt out cars
driving on your broken streets
Death stands in the doorway like a dear old friend
but I'm afraid to let her in
and oh she's beautiful with pale white skin
but I'm afraid to let her in
death stands in the mirror like my only friend
we held out til the bitter end
now all my other friends are gone
now all my other friends are gone
now all my other friends are gone
I know you know I know you know I know you know
I know you know I know you know I know you know
I know you know
That I'm not dead
I'm not dead
no I'm not dead
no I'm not dead
I'm alive
