Death Nesting - Deadman Blues

I wake in the morning with the soil on my breath, Walk through the daylight like a shadow of death. The mirror don’t show me the man that I knew, Just a hollow reflection singin’ deadman blues. No hand to guide me, no light to find, Just the weight of the dirt and the ghosts in my mind. Every step I stumble, every word falls through, I’m livin’ and dyin’ in these deadman blues. Deadman blues, six feet in my song, Been buried in sorrow for far too long. Deadman blues, cold earth in my hands, I’m a ghost in the body of a broken man. Headstones whisper when the midnight comes, The crows cry louder than the beating drums. Love was a lantern, but the flame burned through, Now I’m blind in the dark with my deadman blues. Lay me down where the silence is deep, No sound, no comfort, just a dreamless sleep. My soul’s already buried, my spirit undone, The blues is my coffin, the grave is my song. Deadman blues, six feet in my song, Been buried in sorrow for far too long. Deadman blues, cold earth in my hands, I’m a ghost in the body of a broken man. Call it what you want… But I been the dead man all along.