Dead Alive
So many times
the voices
echo from oblivion
Casting their shadows
across our
hands from beyond
Haunting our days
the specters
take more and more from us
Their cries tear
our ears
their teeth bid us join the ranks
Let the dead walk
We cannot be stopped
Grab your blades
Grab your guns
We will not be stopped
Marching feet
speak more
towards our fate
Crushing hope
beneath
footsteps growing in pace
Our eyes struggle
for purchase
our sanity displaced
Weary hands peel
exposing
rotting bones seeking shape
Let the dead walk
We cannot be stopped
Give voice to the wind
Give hate hope again
We will not be stopped
A million arms
outstretch
seeking out what we have
Feel their clawing
desperately
feebly trying to grab
Those ensnared
bleeding out
losing grip on what is left
No chance left
for any of us
No chance to lose hope
Let the dead walk
We cannot be stopped
Give them all the chances
Give them all the shots
We will not be stopped
Let the dead walk
They will never have us
Let the dead walk
They will never have us
Let the dead walk
They will never have us
Let the dead walk
We will never let them have us









