The Living Dead

[Verse 1]

Golden lights, they tend to flicker on the quiet street

Can you see me through the grey clouds on the black concrete?

There's a headlight racing toward me, but I don’t think that I care

Nothing hurts quite like the feeling of a heart beyond repair

[Chorus]

Call my friends, they're good at playing pretend

Don't break down again

Novocaine numbing me to the pain

I don’t feel a thing

Bottling up my thoughts for a while

Blaming myself till I'm dead on arrival

Telling me to rest in peace

I don't want to believе I'm the living dead

[Verse 2]

Know the firе's there inside me

I just need some gasoline

Let it burn through all my trauma

Let me cry for you in peace

So the living dead are a real thing

Hard to fathom, but I see

Just a corpse that's half alive

In the mirror looking back at me

[Chorus]

Call my friends, they're good at playing pretend

Don't break down again

Novocaine numbing me to the pain

I don’t feel a thing

Bottling up my thoughts for a while

Blaming myself till I’m dead on arrival

Telling me to rest in peace

I don't want to believe I’m the living dead

[Outro]

Call my friends, they're good at playing pretend

I'm the living dead

Novocaine numbing me to the pain

I'm the living dead

Bottling up my thoughts for a while

Blaming myself till I’m dead on arrival

Telling me to rest in peace

I don't want to believe I'm the living dead