Song of the Grave Digger

I dig another grave,
dig another grave;
wave after wave
of fresh dead people
justify their headstones,
rest beneath the flowers,
lie inside the dirt
where it’s quiet and it’s peaceful;
nevermore to hurt,
never ever more to hurt.

I dig another grave,
dig another grave;
wave after wave
of tortured mourners
grimly pay a visit,
come with teardrops falling,
so to say farewell
to the newest organ donors;
evermore bereft,
ever never more bereft.

I dig another grave,
dig another grave;
wave after wave
of plots all peaceful
testify sereneness,
breathe a soft contentment,
whisper like the winds
telling certain death to people
severed from their lives,
ever severed from their lives.

O.O