there exists a secret place heralded by death s embrace you ll soon learn there 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 and 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 beetles and worms where the creepy crawlers still squirm unfortunately it s not 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 for its incessant beating will eventually end you won t need the flood of warm blood inside your veins for every single crimson drop will certainly be drained all your worldly possessions and all your measly convictions will be useless after the day you die you won t 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 left with nothing but a bag of bones you ll receive your invitation if you re lost 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 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 for its incessant beating will eventually end you won t need the flood of warm blood inside your veins for every single crimson drop will certainly be drained all your worldly possessions and all your measly convictions will be useless after the day you die you won t need them on the other side now as your pulse subsides time has come to say your goodbyes well now it seems you re cursed to wander into the pitch black yonder you can t 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 have gone astray it never ends go forth and haunt make some enemies or friends you will soon depart from the heart inside your chest for its incessant beating will eventually end you won t need the flood of warm blood inside your veins for every single crimson drop will certainly be drained all your worldly possessions and all your measly convictions will be useless after the day you die you won t need them on the other side now as your pulse subsides time has come to say your goodbyes if 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