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Night of the Undead
Walking alone in the graveyard,
Wondering why life is so hard
As you try to soften the aching
Sound of my heart, its breaking.
We try so hard not to wake the dead,
Buried in coffins inside of my head...
I stand here at the mirror,
Looking into my eyes,
Rediscovering all the things
About me that I dispise...
All this pain, it fills my heart...
Flying and crying, I'm falling and dying...
My fragile world, it falls apart...
Fumbling, crumbling, I'm running and stumbling...
I replay the scenes again in my head...
Staring into the abyss of my twisted soul,
Wishing for something to fill the black hole
Of my life.
Making my way through a path of gravestones,
Trying not to think of the dead's sleeping bones
