Even The Undertaker Will Be Sorry

Observe, thats all i do. 
The opened eyes are getting to me. 
I wish they were closed. 

You walk by, for the last time you are not ghosts. 
Poly vinyl chloride bags turn into asbestos sheets. 
Give me your eyes, then go home. 
I swear you won't make it alive. 
I apologize and promose, we will get better.