"Honest Dead"

Here's another of the older ones. Think, "Western."

"Honest Dead"

So when I die,

I won't have to think about that look in your eye.

And that thing you spoke,

As the blood was filling up your throat.

The reality that you were dead,

Really settled in my head.

So when I finally die,

I won't think about the look in your eye.

Now I'm talking to a dead man's grave.

Funny how they're the only ones that behave.

They don't speak up, or make a noise,

But I guess, they don't have a choice.

Well I won't remember that look in your eye,

If I ever do eventually die,

'Cause the living, they always lie.

And maybe one day I'll join your ranks,

It would be worth some thanks.

I've lived for far too long,

The Wild West is dead and gone.

So when I finally die,

I won't know that look in your eye.

You who I use to hate,

Something that was innate.

But now you are my only friend.

I'm as you, I must be dead.

For a dead man never lies,

But the living do, until they die.

- Antonio G.