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