The Dead are Better Off

Verse
In shadows deep, where the moonlight weeps,
From the top of my head, echoes dread, secrets unsaid.
A graveyard's solace, where silence speaks,
The dead find solace, a refuge unique.

Chorus
All I can say, from the depths of dismay,
The dead are better off than I am, today.
Working for a living, a relentless charade,
But it doesn't pay the way, in this masquerade.

Verse
A clockwork heart, in a world torn apart,
Drowning in echoes of a haunting refrain,
Bleeding in monotony, the mundane pain.
A puppet in the hands of a society cold,
Lost in the alleys where shadows unfold.

Chorus
All I can say, from the depths of dismay,
The dead are better off than I am, today.
Working for a living, a relentless charade,
But it doesn't pay the way, in this masquerade.

Bridge
Whispers of ghosts, in corridors unseen,
The echoes of dreams, where reality's obscene.
Chasing illusions, in a labyrinth of despair,
Seeking salvation, but finding only air.

Verse
In a sepulcher of dreams, where hope decays,
A graveyard symphony, in the moonlit haze.
The clock ticks on, but time stands still,
In the graveyard of ambitions, where dreams fulfill.

Chorus
All I can say, from the depths of dismay,
The dead are better off than I am, today.
Working for a living, a relentless charade,
But it doesn't pay the way, in this masquerade.

Outro
As the night unfolds, and shadows dance,
I'll rest with the dead, in a morbid trance.
For in their quiet slumber, I may find,
A peace elusive to the restless mind.