Waking Judea - "Even The Undertaker Will Be Sorry" lyrics

Observe, thats all i do. The opened eyes are getting to me. I wish they were closed. You walk by, for the last time you are not ghosts. Poly vinyl chloride bags turn into asbestos sheets. Give me your eyes, then go home. I swear you won't make it alive. I apologize and promose, we will get better.