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)