The Netherworld

There exists a secret place

Heralded by death's embrace

You'll soon learn there's life after death

Soon after your corpse has been dressed

You can only come around

As you're buried six feet down

When your body functions have ceased

And the maggots begin to feast

You'll be the life of the party

Way down at the cemetery

Deep below the hallowed ground

Far from the safe lights of town

At home amongst the beetles and worms

Where the creepy crawlers still squirm

Unfortunately it's not heaven

Fortunately it's not quite hell

It's a place of legend and myth

Where the reaper has gone amiss

You'll be the life of the party

Way down at the cemetery

You will soon depart from the heart

Inside your chest

For its incessant beating will eventually end

You won't need the flood of warm blood

Inside your veins

For every single crimson drop will certainly be drained

All your worldly possessions

And all your measly convictions

Are useless after the day you die

You won't need them on the other side

Now as your pulse subsides

Time has come to say your goodbyes

Saint Peter doesn't call your name

And your body does not drown in flames

You'll exist beyond creation

No hope for reincarnation

Once they carve out your headstone

And you're left with nothing but a bag of bones

You'll receive your invitation

If you're lost between the stations

You'll be the life of the party

Way down at the cemetery

A casket holds your lifeless form

That chunk of meat is no longer warm

Before your inside begin to curd

You'll transcend into the ether

Every lost soul migrates here

As the real world sheds a tear

A spirit not fit for ascension

A soul not fit for redemption

You'll be the life of the party

Way down at the cemetery

You will soon depart from the heart

Inside your chest

For its incessant beating will eventually end

You won't need the flood of warm blood

Inside your veins

For every single crimson drop will certainly be drained

All your worldly possessions

And all your measly convictions

Are useless after the day you die

You won't need them on the other side

Now as your pulse subsides

Time has come to say your goodbyes

Well now, it seems you're cursed to wander

Into the pitch black yonder

You can't be saved

Now your body lies

In a cold, cold grave

Well now, it seems you're off the beaten path

An exiled outcast

What lies ahead

Face the facts, son

You are dead, dead, dead

Well now, it seems you've come to realization

That you're an abomination

So don't be sad

Life after death

Ain't so bad, bad, bad

Well now, I really must be on my way

There other folks who have gone astray

It never ends

Go forth and haunt

Make some enemies

Or friends

You will soon depart from the heart

Inside your chest

For its incessant beating will eventually end

You won't need the flood of warm blood

Inside your veins

For every single crimson drop will certainly be drained

All your worldly possessions

And all your measly convictions

Are useless after the day you die

You won't need them on the other side

Now as your pulse subsides

Time has come to say your goodbyes

If it wants you, it'll get you

Firmly in its grip

Sit back, don't fight

Go along for the trip

Prepare to be scared

Right out of your skin

Welcome to the Netherworld

And your new life begins