The Dead

The dead walk the streets of time The living lost in an hourglass of lies My shadow and I are heading west on a rode to no-were We take a turn left; colliding with masked zombies of silent dread Its raining blood Thunder screams The dead walk the streets of time The living lost in an hourglass of lies My shadow is all that i have in this dead world The infected pageant moon guides me though the lost It was the American pie that poisoned them in there sleeps Filled there head with maggots and radiation Now there all rising, living dead A quiet house White walls with a maze of halls Dust covers the floor; laughter the walls It’s just me and my shadow falling though the floor Porcelain faces with porcelain eyes meat us in the fall There perfect faces smash into glass Ripping out the hart strings of loves last breath My shadow is the only one that stands beside me Only the street trash now meaning of life For ever wondering, for ever found Keepers of the light house watch Hide the children Buried them dead and send them to bead The dead walk the streets of time The living lost in an hourglass of lies