the undead

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

stutter-step, stutter-step, stutter-step, shuffle...

 

you're not sure you want to break away,

but you know you have to,

be caught up in the ranks of these who are...

less than desirable.

 

stutter-step, stutter-step, stutter-step, shuffle...

 

they murmer that those reek,

how can those alive stand them,

abiguity quiets harsh mutters,

and we crack our backs like we're real people...

 

stutter-step, stutter-step, stutter-step, shuffle...

 

edge away, edge away now,

before they pull you in,

it's too late, too late for me to get away,

i've become one of them.

 

stutter-step, stutter-step, stutter-step, shuffle...

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

honestly, i like honesty