Dearly Departed

Written by: Victor Swift


Lying here worse off than dead, 
as images flash through my head

Beside me where you once lay, 
the ground is soft the grass is, grey

Wake up, get up, stand up they say
I squirm, I twitch, I try, but stay
And I am here and here I'll lay, 
Another day, another day

I see your lips but hear no sound; 
the world keeps turning round and, round

I try to whisper in your ear, 
I start to yell but you don't, hear

He's beat, he's gone, he's dead, they cry
I stare right back and wonder why
Why every eye is so damn dry
Still here I lie, until I fly

(Chorus)
Sick and tired 
Un-inspired
To fix a world
That's been so badly burned
Agitated
Aggravated
At those to blame
Who feed the bitterness flame 

Temporarily lost
Entranced within a dream 
The pounding of my heart awakes me
Makes me want to scream
Let me go back
I can't stay here
It all became 
so crystal clear

I need to escape
The things that makes me nauseous
I need to break away; I need to be real cautious
There are bad men in this world you see
And these bad men wont leave me be
(Chorus)
Sick and tired 
Un-inspired
To fix a world
That's been so badly burned
Agitated
Aggravated
At those to blame
Who feed the bitterness flame 

Its time to show the world
That beauty does exist
Its time for someone to stand up
And open a clenched fist
I've grown too tired 
to succeed
I pass the dream to you 
so you may lead

(Chorus)
Sick and tired 
Un-inspired
To fix a world
That's been so badly burned
Agitated
Aggravated
At those to blame
Who feed the bitterness flame 

Today's the day I choose to die
The ones I love turned a blind eye
Tied to the ground it's hard to fly
Yet still I push on towards the sky

I wonder if one eye will cry
When I say my last goodbye
If I could find just one ally
One who won't cheat, or steal, or lie

And if one heart still questions why
My singing spirit will reply
"Here is the truth I can't deny,
It just became too hard to try"

All my patience has run dry
I'll shed the skin that once was shy
Please God forgive my final sigh
Who is to blame the world or I? 

Lying here worse off then dead, as images flash through my head