The dead walk
In the silent world
Oh, how the dead talk
With empty words
Redemption
By thought injection
And the dead march
To the voice of deception
This is now a new beginning
There will be no creation from chaos
No light at the end
Just a faint glimpse of the forgotten
Screaming
Overcome by silence
Suffocated
By the unspoken
And the dead walk
With no fear of dying
And the dead fall
With the horrors of living
Murky demented eyes
Stare at the empty skies
Desperately searching for something
Something that once was there
It's too late for salvation
While falling to oblivion
We are doomed to stagnation
To witness the inverse creation