I'm micro-dosing hell when I wake up
Shape shift into the face that I make up
Crashing out I been emotionally bankrupt
Can't feel my face is this a stroke of bad luck

Tidal wave of chemicals rushing to my head
Reaching hypercritical, existential dread
Dying in my daydreams, rolling in my bed
I'm on the edge

There's still a scar where darkness cut my flesh
Where I let out the emptiness
This is the prophecy of the living dead
I've reached beyond the infinite
Where sorrow is the precipice
This is the prophecy of the living dead
The living dead
The living dead

You call it war but it's just me
Two opposite halves fit together perfectly
They failed to see what's underneath
A rag doll with sharp teeth

Tidal wave of chemicals rushing to my head
Reaching hypercritical, existential dread
Dying in my daydreams, rolling in my bed
I'm on the edge

There's still a scar where darkness cut my flesh
Where I let out the emptiness
This is the prophecy of the living dead
I've reached beyond the infinite
Where sorrow is the precipice
This is the prophecy of the living dead
The living dead
The living dead

We're ghosts you refuse to face
Tangled in liminal space
Blood oath to the noose of grace
We're burned from your grave mistakes
The heartless claim to bleed sympathy
A foundation built upon tragedy
We see the cracks in your smiles
And the rot beneath
It's a mask of a mask of false empathy

In death we wake
In death we wake

There's still a scar where darkness cut my flesh
Where I let out the emptiness
This is the prophecy of the living dead
I've reached beyond the infinite
Where sorrow is the precipice
This is the prophecy of the living dead
The living dead
(The living dead)