Pet Sematary - Hawthorne Heights

Under the arc of a weather stain boards

Ancient goblins, and warlords

Come out of the ground, not making a sound

The smell of death is all around

And the night when the cold wind blows

No one cares, nobody knows

I don’t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary

I don’t want to live my life again

I don’t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary

I don’t want to live my life again

Follow Victor to the sacred place

This ain’t a dream, I can’t escape

Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones

Spirits moaning among the tombstones

And the night, when the moon is bright

Someone cries, something ain’t right

I don’t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary

I don’t want to live my life again

I don’t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary

I don’t want to live my life again

The moon is full, the air is still

All of a sudden I feel a chill

Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away

Skeletons dance, I curse this day

And the night when the wolves cry out

Listen close and you can hear me shout

I don’t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary

I don’t want to live my life again

I don’t want to be buried in a Pet Sematary

I don’t want to live my life again

Oh no, oh no

I don’t want to live my life again

Oh no, oh no

I don’t want to live my life again

Oh no no no

I don’t want to live

Not again