|
Cold skin clings to my face, |
|
more dead than alive. |
|
Spend your days without a trace, |
|
fed up with the lies. |
|
I'm one of the few undead, |
|
I've seen through the lies, |
|
live life hanging by a thread. |
|
I'm evil undisguised. |
|
Cut the strings that tie you down, |
|
refuse to play the clown. |
|
Bite every hand that feeds, |
|
make sure society bleeds. |
|
I'm one of the few undead, |
|
I've seen through the lie. |
|
Life hanging by a thread, |
|
I'm evil undisguised... |
|
Do you know how it feels, |
|
staring down the barrel of a gun, |
|
everyday more or less the same, |
|
just a wait 'til your days are done, |
|
work your fingers to the bone, |
|
grind your body underneath the stone, |
|
stains of red flash across your back, |
|
seize the power to return the attack... |
|
I've seen through all the lies. |
|
I'm evil undisguised... |
|
If you wonder what drove me insane, |
|
take a look at my scars. |
|
They go deeper than the skin, |
|
so with a gun I'm back to win. |
|
I'm one of the few undead, |
|
I've seen through the lie. |
|
Life hanging by a thread, |
|
I'm evil undisguised... |
|
****. |