The Heavy - Lidded Dead

The heavy-lidded dead Can't open their coffins They tried to buy freedom With coin shaped rocks They mined the dirt Between skeletal fingers And dropped their eyeballs Trying to talk The ground above Resonates soundly The feet of the living Going to and fro In permanent darkness Cement vaults shudder When earth movers come To dig a new hole Mourners stand A few feet above them Mumbling prayers And telling their beads They think they're gone And dead in their caskets Never knowing How cold hearts bleed