Dispatched Into External

The human skull of the society falls 
Raising like a vehement relic 
The look of the crawling eternal soul 
They are the dispatched and sick 

Disinter the graves for their rotten corpse 
Dreaming away to the life in the past 
Walking in sickness of sore and the cough 
Their life is in pieces at last 

They suffer in eternal life 
They are the dispatched and sick