wake the dead

Got used to live in a permanent state of mourning
Wishing back these corpses I hold like a baby

I do not look away anymore
I do not look away
They come to me every time I fall
Fragments of memories of a time lost in itself

Wish I could bring them back
Wish I could wake the dead
I got the shovel but haven't got the strength
You are strong but don't seem to approach the grave

Why don't you bring them back with me?
Why are you just staring?
You grew higher and I turned smaller
Staring at the present makes the dead shake

I asked for answers from the sky
Overheard something I shouldn't have
"That's what it is, there's nothing more"

I do not look up anymore
I do not look up