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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