Brown dirt upon dark wood has yet to fall,
Until the setting sun does break away,
And waiting for the dark reaper to call.
The flesh so clear and white does fade to gray.

And when the time has come to place the earth,
The family does turn their backs to him,
He realizes what is his true worth
He rises and follows them on a whim.

They reach their home and walk inside to find
His ghost sitting in his favorite chair.
Their guilt greets them as what is on their minds.
For he who is there floating in the air,

The very one they killed two nights before
Has come tonight to settle his own score.