The Walking Dead

[Verse 1]
Uh
Yeah
I lost sleep as much as a whole week
Now I’m still asleep and I’m feeling all weak
Man, same stuff different day
Daily day to day basis this is everyday
Dwelling in the past, dreaming of the future
I’m not concentrating the mind on the present moment
Ancient in the basement I’m young but old
Summers got me dazed, winters got me all cold
Uh, I’m so far from where I wanna be
In my mind I’m perfecto but here I’m a zombie
Comatose phase in my animus phase
I desperately wish to have this way go away
Dying to live cause right now I’m slowly dying
I’ve always had good plans, just bad timing
Wake up for the morning and I’m up and about
Bonus track number 6 yeah you know what I’m talking bout
Daily life has no significance there is no change
Even given a difference it always stays the same
I remember the times where I would try so hard
But now I’m lazy and dull in the pile of discard

[Verse 2]
Thoughts still keep a hold of me I can’t breathe
Down so deep I can’t leave the slope is steep
Reek and rot of death and all his friends
Feeling useless just throw me in the lion’s den
I can no longer pretend and put up a mask
My face of stress and pain keeps coming back fast
I say that I’m brain full but I feel so brainless
Hunger is now gone everything is so tasteless
Aimless, my road and path is getting tougher
Worries and anxiety cursed me with slumber
Working towards something I don’t even know
That would even turn out good, time moves so slow
I’m so worried, I’m so afraid I need God
But I feel like I’m using him for my own thoughts
I really pray that I could get that same motivation
The passion and ambition that I once had for music
To be honest I’m writing this without any care
It’s Saturday 9:23 AM and no time to spare
Why do I always feel sluggish and stupefied
Just living life carelessly and enjoying the ride

[Verse 3]
The black rain, I think I’m going insane
Uh, the pain racks up and I slowly fade
Yes I raised from the grave but I’m not alive
Just getting by trying to survive
The stone carves out the words rest in peace
I’m just tired, stressed, and beat to say the least
I can barely move my body or lift my eyes
Feels like at any moment I might faint and die
Why must I be cursed with this burden
Yeah, what did I do that made me earn this
I’m not a robot but an infected dead man
The same but not the same, black sheep of the fam