The declared dead live longer,
the presumed dead live delightfully
The dead are like fly catchers
‘cause they understand what zest for life is
The declared dead love more stringently,
the presumed dead may see
how the living refuse to accept
the rat catcher at all ¹
The declared dead have wings,
the presumed dead live calmly
The declared dead get a good beating
The dead have no compassion
It rises from all the doubts,
it contradicts the course of time,
it will rise out of love
Can you feel it?
Your heart’s beating
The presumed dead are traitors
‘cause they have nothing to lose
The dead are the offenders,
they like to crawl on all fours
The declared dead have trouble,
the presumed dead are so lazy
The dead love quitters,
the dead willingly tell no tales
Your heart’s beating