There’s a zombie within the living me
And he’s lame, pained, disgraced and he can’t see
He is stalked by deception and befriended by agony
He runs to get air for his lungs
But all that is left is the choking he
From a man to an escapist
He’s seen all shades of hell and bliss
There’s a zombie within the living me
He denies to his heart, all the marooned ecstasies
He folds himself in his own boundaries
His will buried deep just like his memories
He sits and talks to that wicked beauty
He questions the reasons, and reasons his questioning
There’s a zombie within the living me
He runs from the wild thoughts of the past
He tries to evade the signs of provocation
But again he falls prey to the unwanted invasion
From the constant repetition of sadness, he cannot get free
There’s a zombie within the living me
Behind the bars of this unwanted life
He plans to break free
The chaos and the silence in his head
He wants to bury
The fist turns red
The walls painted red
The pain in the soul
Spreads throughout his whole
On his knees he starts to pray
If there is any, oh god set me free
He cries and craves for death..
This very zombie within
This very zombie within the living me
Within the living me
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