Testo Speaking With The Dead

I keep waking up in a nightmare
Blood like oil from the ground
Rises high up in the night sky
Scaring everyone around

To be free (yeah)
Free to live
To be free, yeah (yeah) Free to live

I have asked the dead for answers
I left flowers on their graves
Tell me how to live a good life
In this evil evil place

To be free (yeah)
Free to live