Monday, May 7, 2018

Zombie Tonight

This week I spent too many nights sober
I was left thinking about all the things
I thought when I was younger I’d do older
And about how cheaply I sold my dreams.

But I didn’t see the rising plague to come
music and magic would not be enough
I didn’t know how bad I’d need a gun
I thought that living on the streets was tough

But now I’ve broken to the other side
The grass here’s not as dank and not as green
And the truth of the matter is a lie
And only the broken know what I mean 
Zombies don’t feel mind altering effects
Zombies don’t care about what’s coming next

Why can’t the necromancer let me rest?
Why can’t the soil keep me safe underneath?
Why not just stop with sins I’ve confessed?
Why do I still have to eat but not breathe?

But I didn’t know that sex was a drug
Or drugs were just sex for that matter
I didn’t see that shame was a wine jug
That hope was just cake to make you fatter

But now I’ve broken to the other side
The grass here’s not as dank and not as green
And the truth of the matter is a lie
And only the broken know what I mean. 
Zombies don’t feel mind altering effects
Zombies don’t care about what’s coming next

I’ll use one bullet over and over
To change my mind and to splatter my brain
I miss because I have too much cover
Provided by walls, Provided by pain

Do you know cantrips to mend my cracked soul?
My pain’s invisible until it strikes.
Then it fires its round and it leaves its hole
Reverberating in an open mic.

But now I’ve broken to the other side
The grass here’s not as dank and not as green
And the truth of the matter is a lie
And only the broken know what I mean 
Zombies don’t feel mind altering effects
Zombies don’t think about what’s wrong or right.
Zombies don’t care about what’s coming next
And I want to be a Zombie tonight. 
Zombies don’t feel mind altering effects
If you shoot them down, they do not mind
Zombies don’t care what’s coming next
Zombies don’t care what they left behind 

Zombies don’t feel mind altering effects
Zombies don’t feel hate or love when they fight
Zombies don’t care what’s coming next
And I want to be a zombie tonight 
Zombies don’t feel hate or love when they fight. 
And I want to be a zombie tonight. 

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