Tales of the dead

The Beginning Of The End

Maybe I'm just seeing things
I can't believe that the dead can rise
But I must believe my eyes
I can see the dirt move
I can see their arms come out
I can see the rotten limbs
I can see it only happens after dark
But why won't anyone believe me?
Why can't they just trust that I won't cry wolf?
Why? Why? Why?
It's the only question ringing through my head
The only question that won't leave me alone
The only thing that I can't seem to grasp
Is why?