Dead man, he walk alone.
Ripping at skin and bone.

Stifled by the comfort of shadow, his
Dead eyes fixed upon the horizon, they
Reveal everything that consume him, ******
Concealing evils with each movement.

Dead man, you are alone.
To bleed the lands in search of home.

These eyes are dead.

These eyes are dead.

These eyes are dead.

We're slaves to the numb.