Dead Inside
Verse one:
Walking corpses
through downtown streets.
The dead always
seem to drag their feet.
Hide in shadows
of city lights.
Stumble through cornfields
late at night.
Consuming potions
in every form.
To numb the hurt
from the day before.
Hide in taverns
under neon lights.
Stumble through alleys
late at night.
Chorus:
We are all dead inside.
Hollow shells filled with flies.
No need to speak a lie.
We are all dead on the inside.
Verse two:
Dreading sunrise
and what that brings.
The world always
seems to only sting.
Hide in fortresses
without lights.
Stumble through darkness
the soul's black night.
Walking corpses
through downtown streets.
The dead always seem
to drag their feet.
Hide in torment
late at night.
Stumble through life
without a light.
Chorus:
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