Mage - Old Bones

Six feet down, still sucking air
Some act of God or voodoo shit keeping us here
Hell's boiling over, spat us back
Rise from our graves to the attack

What's good in life, twice as good in death
A second chance to waste my breath
Old habits die hard but these days these days so do I
So I'm getting weird and living high

Burned out once, now I'm back
The wicked get no fuckin' slack
I might be dead but I'm not dumb
They hunt for flesh, I have my fun

What's good in life, twice as good in death
A second chance to waste my breath
Old habits die hard but these days these days so do the dead
A second chance to wreck my head

From my window I sit and watch the world go by
The living run and the living die
Breath that old familiar air
Undead and not a care
Blaze my decaying skin
Crack one open, pour it in
Soak these old bones
Smoke these old bones