Living Dead

See them walking on the streets
The same streets you are walking
They push you around and waste your space
You hope that you have license to kill
You can not understand anything they say
Or where they are going to
Worthless life day by day
They only ruin your life
I only hope I can survive this
Or else I kill some of them
LIVING DEAD walking on the earth
Only wasting my time and space
Is there really anything to do
To stop them walking?
If you kill one
There shall be many
Its like Medusa’s head
Only thing you can really do
Is not to become like they are
Keep your thoughts as they are
Don’t listen to Their whining
Let the blood of the Dead bleed
Let the eternal silence come
Turn your rivers into wine
And I’ll turn rivers into Blood
Silence is the only thing I need
Total silence without any sound
Do I have to kill myself
To obtain total silence?
Slow Death is
The price you pay
For living such a wasted life
Eternal rot
In your grave
No one even knew
You were here