Zombies.

I've got zombies in my closet,
ready to come out and play
with all the demons within me
with nothing left to say
since my conession
of immortality

and im sorry for all the troubles 
that i can't handle 
left with the burdan
of a tragic mess
left with chaos
freshly confessed

take my wounds,
and rip them appart
just like your intentions
to my heart
id rather feel phsyical pain
then to feel insane
salt up the cuts
and ill scream in agony
i feel that ive lost my sanity

mortally disturbed
in the middle of it all
half demon 
half of an angel
were do i belong in this split between
the ending

here i stand in my own revolution
this is the end of all my confusion
scattered thoughts divide
with my sins and good deeds
divided up till the confession bleads

depressionwarlyric

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