It’s time now for stepping out for the shadows of the dead.
Make a close examination of the brain and of the head.
Close up the face, close and blind your eyes.
We’re staring at the stars without looking at the skies.
The world of the living dead is every day reborn.
With each resuscitation comes renewed hate and scorn.
Time passes quickly here, even faster than we know.
Repeated and recycled, the chaos only grows.
Do not think about the void, ignore the alarms.
Let the darkness of the night fill you with its charms.
There’s life and death in blood and paychecks every week.
But there’s no light in the counterfeit life you seek.
