Nirvana

There's an eerie emptiness when listening to a dead man sing The music seems present His voice is very much real And the moment seems so current He is dead And gone His home now burried deep in the soil Under his nails In his hair And so many skeletons lie crooked under the earth Like him With their blood above and wandering Because that's what people do When they're alive They wander Until they die They, too Sing And smile And kiss Cry And breathe But he is dead And though the music plays and his voice is still alive He is dead And has been dead Always to be dead Maybe someday he will die for good But as of now I have a poster of him on my wall