• My senses fail. But I still See, but I'm Blind;
    I can still Hear; But I'm Deaf
    I touch thing; But my nerve ends are shot
    pain no longer touches the brain
    i just go from place to place
    no one see and no one knows
    Look at me Double take It's all Fake
    I put myself 6 feet under and the ground that’s my home
    I've hid the real me six feet deep and i lives behind this mask
    now i feel no more pain from stinging words or backstabbing friends
    I have no one to blame this disease was made by the HUMAN RACE
    we are clones THE UNDEAD
    ZOMBIES     created by the modern World
    the truth we hide from THE LIGHT
    Our lives are better in the dark.
    My pulse has stopped but im still here wanting to live
    Does Being A Zombie Make Me Dead
    or just sleeping awake
    Because just existing doesn’t mean anything
    when you look into space and see eternity
    The wholes in our heart are from false satisfaction
    The Worms have become our blood and we only decay
    Our Words only cut deeper into numb flesh
    We are consumers We only Consume
    Silver Bullets And Onions only work on the Big Screen
    The Cure is doesn’t affect this disease
    cookie cake prayers and watered sermons
    only feed the DYING MACHINE

    WE ARE LOOKING FOR MORE
    WE NEED THE TRUE CURE

    Because who we really is six feet under and decaying
    Six feet under the lies we've woven
    Six feet under Religious Destruction

    The Only Spade that can cut through this grave
    Is He who Conquered the Grave