
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.