In my head

There are images of death

They are like zombies

Just like the walking dead

And they’re suffering

For they’ve nothing left

In my head

They’re all dead

Like zombies

Walking dead

They seem bereft

Of meaning

And of all belief

In their grief

They crumble

Until They’re

On they’re knees

In my head

They’re all dead

Like zombies

Walking dead

They’ve lost their souls

Given them away

Without reason

And without shame

In my head

They’re all dead

Like zombies

Walking dead

They’ve got nothing left

They’re hollow