The Dead lyrics

They pass away with brief regard

Their voices, their troubles quelled

They seem so small, inconsequential

For once eye to eye and equal stood

Once full of life and enthusiasm

Now drained of warmth, of spirit

Their sparkle dulled and dimmed

A fleeting cause, forgotten, fatal

The dead know no justice, no pain

They slumber eternally, free of care

Only we, the living take stock in it

A thin gap between living and the dead

• Artist:Ww Ww