They're carving my name in the grave, again
The flowers are fresh and their faces wet
My body has died but I'm still alive
Look over your shoulder, I'm back from the dead
by Sanderlei Silveira - 09/03/2023
They're carving my name in the grave, again
The flowers are fresh and their faces wet
My body has died but I'm still alive
Look over your shoulder, I'm back from the dead
Back from the dead, back from the dead
I'm back from the dead, back from the dead
I'm back from the dead, back from the dead
I'm back from the dead, back from the— (I'm back)
They're saying my name in their prayers again
I flicker the lights so they understand
I won't say goodbye, I'm right by your side
We're screaming and pleading
This separation ends