We are the living dead,
A generation of kids who have become
Obsessed with pain and depression.
Cry, dwell, and don't move on.
Enough tears to fill an ocean of your sorrows;
Fucking drowning in cliches.
Save your breath.
You're on your own.
Save you breath.
"And we are the undead.
We've come for your living to tear them down.
Yes, we are the undead.
We want to see you broken down."
Break free and drop the act.
Better yet, keep it up...
If you need me I'll be dancing on your graves.