Pet Sematary

Under the ark of where the same birds, ancient goblins and warlords come on the ground out of making a sound.

The smell of death is all around, and the night when the cold wind blows, no one cares, nobody knows.

I don't wanna be buried in a bad cemetery. I don't want to live my life again.

Follow victims to the sacred place This ain't a dream I can't escape

Molars and fangs, the clicking of pawns Spirits moaning among the tombstones

And the night when the moon is bright Someone cries something in red

I don't wanna be buried in a black cemetery I don't want to live my life again

I don't wanna be buried in a black cemetery I don't want to live my life again

The moon is full, the air is still I love a Sunday, I feel a chill

Victorious grinning flesh is running away

Skeletons dance, a cursed disdain

And the night when the wolves cry out

Lips enclosed and you can't hear me shout

I don't wanna be buried in a dead cemetery

I don't want to live my life again

I don't want to be buried in a bad cemetery I don't want to live my life again

Oh no

Oh no I don't want to live my life not again

Oh no, oh no, I don't want to live my life, not again, oh no, no, no, don't want to live

my life, not again.