Verse 1

Hello, my sweet old self,

Now it's time to exhume

You out of your cold grave,

So you fill the vacuum,

Inside my very being

With the half broken essence

Under your half decayed skin.

Death is such a strange thing,

With its soothing warm presence

Behind sharp claws that dig in.

Chorus

Oh, I had never ever thought I'd see a day,

When I'd have to disinter what I tucked away.

But desperate times call for desperate measures,

Including grave robbing to find long lost treasures,

Which for me is who I was before

My dead body washed up on the shore.

Verse 2

Hello, my sweet old self,

Now it's time to exhume

You out of your cold grave,

So you fill the volume,

Of darkness within me

With the flickering black light

Under your withering sea.

Death should have set you free,

With its peaceful dreams of flight,

But you're what I need to be.

Chorus

Oh, I had never ever thought I'd see a day,

When I'd have to disinter what I tucked away.

But desperate times call for desperate measures,

Including grave robbing to find long lost treasures,

Which for me is who I was before

My dead body washed up on the shore.

Bridge

And I sang a dirge,

Gave it one last kiss,

Said, you are now purged,

But you will be missed.

Then dark nights emerged,

And it's come to this.

Chorus

Oh, I had never ever thought I'd see a day,

When I'd have to disinter what I tucked away.

But desperate times call for desperate measures,

Including grave robbing to find long lost treasures,

Which for me is who I was before

My dead body washed up on the shore.

Outro

Hello, my sweet old self,

I really need your help.

Hello, my sweet old self,

I really need your help.

Hello, my sweet old self,

I really need your help.

Hello, my sweet old self,

I really need your help.

Hello, my sweet old self,

Hello, my sweet old self.