[based on "Of Life and d**h" by Robert Atworth] They can't see me for who I am. Are they blind Or do they just not give a damn When a heart bleeds, the blood congeals Emotional wounds scar But never truly heal Worn and teary Ripped asunder Forlorn and teary Blow me under Undead zombies become ghosts The road to hell's the road for most Living to die is not living at all Lay your burdens to rest Inside 'The Walls' First they take your consciousness Next they take your breath One final beat Before the Reaper welcomes you to d**h One more victim One more number Added to the pile One final inaudible sigh