Its the dead
they walk and they walk
and they don't stop to talk
the dead won't hold your hand
they eat sorrow and hope
then leave you to choke
on the remnants of a life ******
The cold that they breathe
and the hearts that they bleed
keep their bones warm for a while
but it won't last long
its a short sad song
when the dead walk past and smile
you won't see a sign
it won't be 'your time'
when the dead pull you out to sea
they'll take you to drown
and you'll say with a frown
*why me? why me? why me?