I️'m counting down the days until I️ get to see your face again If heaven exists Please put me to sleep with your hypnosis Because everyday that I️'m awake I️ feel the clouds above my head I️'m welcoming death What do you make of all this? Am I️ still haunted? And what do you know that I️ don't? Why don't I️ feel whole? Wipe the dirt from my fingertips And the sweat from my brow I️ can feel the cold creeping in As they lower my body down Wrapped in sheets Separated flesh from bone Father I️'m coming home What do you make of all this? Am I️ still haunted? And what do you know that I️ don't? Why don't I️ feel whole? What do you make of all this? Am I️ still haunted? And what do you know that I️ don't? Why don't I️ feel whole? What do you make of all this? Am I️ still haunted? And what do you know that I️ don't? Why don't I️ feel whole?