The living dead are spread through many a tribe
You’ve seen them friend
I’ve been them
Even half alive
Is a lot
Convinced as we are of what we are not
Living the lie
Believing the cover
Story that’s kept them
(As much as can be allowed)
Alive
Embracing the part
Lost in the act
I love most the scene
Where the dead come back to life
I don’t get that too often
That’s been the terror
That’s been the dream
What keeps the heart alive
Will make it beat out it’s brains
Upon the sands of the wasted years
The futile purposes, the bottom feeding desires
Flesh and all its demons
Mind and all it’s lies
Slumbering spirit
Numbing sighs
Of regret amidst
Remembrance
Then the new day suns rises
The living and the dead
(Closer now than ever)
Leering, lurch to blur each taunting dream
And claw the sight from the sacred dawn
