does it make you primed
does it make you cry
does it make you feel inside
and the corpses rise

do you want to believe
cant you see the tide
filled with doubts seed
does it make you lie

does it make you cringe
can you ever confide
is it time to infringe
whats truth and a lie

for I don't know
what reality is
what to believe
time and space it self
if nothing else

does it make you primed
did I make you bleed
does it make you feel inside
do you want to beilve
cant you see the tide
don't cover your eyes

It is the end of times
Sound of fate in the chimes
Up rises the living dead
Filling thoughts full of dread
Creepily moving, ominous woe
Sea of the departed, hobbling slow
Gnarled teeth, eating flesh
Craving blood warm and fresh
Waves of corpses, a lifeless tsunami
Lookout world, here comes the zombies!

Every single day,
I try to **** and ****
The loneliness and pain,
So much that I stand
Upon the piled up corpses
Of the daily sufferings
That I have murdered.

They have stretched
Into an endless ocean
Of rotting bodies;
Bodies that I do not
Even recognize anymore;
The waves of faces
That I have forgotten,
And the waves of faces
That have forgotten me.

I would always see
The murky reflection of memories
That can never be found anymore,
Lost in the ripple
Of my silenced screams within.

I am a puppet, acting out this life
but I am dead
there is only a painted smile, empty eyes
I am bleeding, tearing at the seams
poorly stitched, falling apart
I am made of rotted flesh
a husk, a corpse
a carcass dangling by old wires
pulled by unseen hands
I am broken, but the show must go on