Living Each Day Like You're Already Dead

Raise up the ghosts of the dead
 I won't die like them
 Push past the point of raw emotion
 I will breathe
 Exist with a broken spirit
 I will die complete
 Ignore what the angels say
 Enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me
 I won't pick out the lining of my coffin yet
 Unless I am sure that color satin is me
 Better yet go with crushed velvet
 That way I'll be damn sure to enjoy eternity
 My daily life writes the eulogy
 Engraved on tombstone diaries
 Laid to rest by the passing of time
 Seems to me that even love can die
 And the rituals, that fade away
 And the roses that cease to be laid
 And to me it clearly appears
 That we're already one foot in a very shallow grave
 I will love with passion
 You live like you're dead
 I will love with passion
 You live like you're dead
 I will love with passion
 As each day dies
 Are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight?
 As each day dies
 Are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight?
 As each day dies
 Are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight?