The word "child" speaks of innocence,
From it's beginning to end, And yet, The child is shown violence and horror, The seen evil dwarfs every adult before them, And yet they smile, Though bound to a world of guilty.
Just one more round I said,
Halfway through the third,
I miss that raw feeling,
Of being alive, For now, I zombie through life.
I don't have time for negative vibes,
Drugs, theft, or wine, My quest log is already too full.
Stay in school
Dorito chips and mountain dew,
The bread and butter of our youth, Kino Der Toten, Where the strange portal lays, Black Ops Zombies, I'd play to the end of days.
I love Black ops zombies!
It's a most weird feeling,
When someone you knew, Blends right back into, The sea of strangers, And you pretend, To have never swam in each other's ocean.
So you came back,
Like a ghost to haunt, You speak of self change, And a buried past, But I remember the living, When you spoke with anger, You wrapped me in a toxic cast, The stone is faded, But the memory lasts.