Happy Graves

A dark patch will always remain
A mark on my sanity
Turning me insane
Assemble all the things
You know
I'm sure you'll steal the show
And I'll win
The battle too
All that was
Held up centuries ago
Going on and on
Somewhere on my mind
Perhaps there comes a dawn
Or the dusk will forever
Pull on along
Cures are bottled up well
Preserved, refrigerated
Feeling giddy
So long gyrated
You still make me believe
We are living on
I thought the life is over
All restless but in resting
Under psychopathic cover.
All shrouded so well
The graves happy graves...