Standing in the shade burning in the sun
Sorting through the shadows of the things I've done
Hints of recollection, Tricks of memory
Just a picture hanging in the dead man's gallery

Taken for a trip, taken for a ride
Kicking through the evidence of things you need to hide
See the dead and buried in their finery
No place for the living in the dead man's gallery

Dead man's gallery, dead man's gallery
Just a picture hanging in the dead man's gallery
Dead man's gallery, dead man's gallery
No place for the living in the dead man's gallery

The grinning skull reminds us of the path that lies ahead
Memento mori winged and hollow eyed
If death is the only way of finding resolution
Life would not be worth the tears I cried

Holding back the tears, turning every page
Bleeding in defiance of the spirit of the age
Hints of recollection, Tricks of memory
Just a picture hanging in the dead man's gallery
Look at what you want, look at what you need
They're waiting in the darkness
For a chance to make you bleed
See the dead and buried in their finery
No place for the living in the dead man's gallery

Following your demons down the hallways of your past
Just be careful to like what you find
Justify the practice of a little self deception
If what the mirror says is too unkind

Search in every room, open every door
No way of returning to the place you were before
Hints of recollection, Tricks of memory
Just a picture hanging in the dead man's gallery
Clinging to your dreams in the morning as they fade
Finding you are ignorant of how the game is played
See the dead and buried in their finery
No place for the living in the dead man's gallery