Testo: Weasel King (The). Musical Decree Number Twenty-Four. Bury Me.

I have seen some strange things
Like men turned to smoke in silhouettes
And even though I tried to escape this
I could run and I could hide, but I couldn?t stay away

So bury me
Will you bury me
Would you dig with your hands down into the ground
I?ll hang on until the end
If you bury me like the man I am

Is the question how long, or is it whether or not we?ll make it
Either way, I accept the consequences
I?m afraid, but not afraid of the black unknown
I?m here because I need to be
I?m here because I know you need me

So bury me
Will you bury me
Would you dig with your hands down into the ground
I?ll hang on until the end
If you bury me like the man I am

I?m not turning back
I know this could be the end
I?m not turning back
I know this could be the end
I have seen some strange things
I have seen some strange things

So bury me
Will you bury me
Would you dig with your hands down into the ground
I?ll hang on until the end
If you bury me like the man I am