This track is about is about questioning why the sky would choose to be blue if it had the choice to be anything else, “blue also meaning sad,” states frontman Aaron Pauley. “It's about comforting a loved one in a time of loss by telling them you feel blue, too.”
There exists a secret place
Heralded by death embrace
Soon you'll learn what's life after death
Soon after your corpse has been dressed
You can only come around
As you're buried six feet down
When your body functions have ceased
The maggots begin to feast
You'll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
Deep below the hollowed ground
Far from the safe lights of town
At home amongst the beatles and worms
Where the creepy crawlies will squirm
Unfortunately it isn't heaven
Fortunately it's not quite hell
It's a place of legend and myth
Where the reaper has gone amiss
You'll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
You will soon depart from the heart inside your chest
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For its incessant beating will eventually end
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
You wont need the flood of warm blood inside your veins
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For every single crimson drop will surely be drained
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
All your worthy possessions
And all your measly convictions
Are useless after the day you die
You wont need them on the other side
Now as your pulse subsides
Time has come to say your goodbyes
Saint Peter doesn't call your name
Your body does not drown in flames
You'll exist beyond creation
No hope for reincarnation
Once they carve out your headstone
and you're nothing left but a bag of bones
You'll receive your invitation
to the life between the stations
You'll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
A casket holds your lifeless form
That chunk of meat is no longer warm
Before all your insides begin to curd
You'll transcend into an Ether
Every lost soul migrates here
As the real world sheds a tear
A spirit not fit for ascension
A soul not fit for redemption
You'll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
You will soon depart from the heart inside your chest
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For its incessant beating will eventually end
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
You wont need the flood of warm blood inside your veins
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For every single crimson drop will surely be drained
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
All your worthy possessions
And all your measly convictions
Are useless after the day you die
You wont need them on the other side
Now as your pulse subsides
Time has come to say your goodbyes
Well now, it seems your cursed to wander
Into the pitch-black yonder
You cannot be saved
Now your body lies in a COLD, COLD GRAVE!
Well now, it seems you're off the beaten path
An exiled outcast
What lies ahead? Face the facts, son
You are DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!
Well now, it seems you've come to realization
That you're an abomination
So don't be sad
Life after death ain’t so BAD, BAD BAD!
Well now, I really must be on my way
There's other folks who've gone astray
It never ends, go forth and haunt
Make some enemies!
...Or friends
You will soon depart from the heart inside your chest
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For its incessant beating will eventually end
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
You wont need the flood of warm blood inside your veins
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For every single crimson drop will surely be drained
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
All your worthy possessions
And all your measly convictions
Are useless after the day you die
You wont need them on the other side
Now as your pulse subsides
Time has come to say your goodbyes
It wants you! It’ll get you!
Firmly in its grip!
Sit back, don't fight,
Go along for the trip!
Prepare to be scared
Right out of your skin!
WELCOME TO THE NETHERWORLD,
AND YOUR NEW LIFE BEGINS!
Heralded by death embrace
Soon you'll learn what's life after death
Soon after your corpse has been dressed
You can only come around
As you're buried six feet down
When your body functions have ceased
The maggots begin to feast
You'll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
Deep below the hollowed ground
Far from the safe lights of town
At home amongst the beatles and worms
Where the creepy crawlies will squirm
Unfortunately it isn't heaven
Fortunately it's not quite hell
It's a place of legend and myth
Where the reaper has gone amiss
You'll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
You will soon depart from the heart inside your chest
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For its incessant beating will eventually end
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
You wont need the flood of warm blood inside your veins
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For every single crimson drop will surely be drained
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
All your worthy possessions
And all your measly convictions
Are useless after the day you die
You wont need them on the other side
Now as your pulse subsides
Time has come to say your goodbyes
Saint Peter doesn't call your name
Your body does not drown in flames
You'll exist beyond creation
No hope for reincarnation
Once they carve out your headstone
and you're nothing left but a bag of bones
You'll receive your invitation
to the life between the stations
You'll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
A casket holds your lifeless form
That chunk of meat is no longer warm
Before all your insides begin to curd
You'll transcend into an Ether
Every lost soul migrates here
As the real world sheds a tear
A spirit not fit for ascension
A soul not fit for redemption
You'll be the life of the party
Way down at the cemetery
You will soon depart from the heart inside your chest
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For its incessant beating will eventually end
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
You wont need the flood of warm blood inside your veins
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For every single crimson drop will surely be drained
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
All your worthy possessions
And all your measly convictions
Are useless after the day you die
You wont need them on the other side
Now as your pulse subsides
Time has come to say your goodbyes
Well now, it seems your cursed to wander
Into the pitch-black yonder
You cannot be saved
Now your body lies in a COLD, COLD GRAVE!
Well now, it seems you're off the beaten path
An exiled outcast
What lies ahead? Face the facts, son
You are DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!
Well now, it seems you've come to realization
That you're an abomination
So don't be sad
Life after death ain’t so BAD, BAD BAD!
Well now, I really must be on my way
There's other folks who've gone astray
It never ends, go forth and haunt
Make some enemies!
...Or friends
You will soon depart from the heart inside your chest
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For its incessant beating will eventually end
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
You wont need the flood of warm blood inside your veins
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
For every single crimson drop will surely be drained
la la, la la la, la la la, la la la
All your worthy possessions
And all your measly convictions
Are useless after the day you die
You wont need them on the other side
Now as your pulse subsides
Time has come to say your goodbyes
It wants you! It’ll get you!
Firmly in its grip!
Sit back, don't fight,
Go along for the trip!
Prepare to be scared
Right out of your skin!
WELCOME TO THE NETHERWORLD,
AND YOUR NEW LIFE BEGINS!
Lyrics submitted by xXFlamey25Xx
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