Undead

Tad Morose


Empty shelves, hollow corridors A daunting smell, never felt before
Compassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anyway

A strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I force
The needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on...

Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turns
It's not fair, it's not fair undead


Autor(es): Tad Morose