Undead...

Walking, Running, gasping for air, such is the quietness
I cant breath I can't move I can't live I can't die
Yet..once in a while I hop onto the carousel we built
a long time ago, when we could tell each other things...

Our carousel turns into a rollercoster and I scream
that blood still runs through my veins, that I still breath.
I scream at the top of my lungs that I've got more to give...

Seems like im the only one going up and down,
While u sit watching life pass you by, staring
Arent you tired of breathing with the same rythm?
Arent you tired of being pale and perfect?

Scream my name! Touch my cheek!
Cause I can feel and I want your to burst into feeling
When I hold you between my cold icy dead hands!

07/9/2008