• The blood is dripping
    From my fingertips
    Everything is slipping
    I hear my skin rip

    Pain is oozing
    As the blood flows
    I feel it inside me
    Until I grow cold

    Once the dead rise
    They feel better then
    I know because now
    I am of the undead

    No blood is running
    Not from head to toe
    You feel cold
    But you are not alone

    You have many friends
    Many, many are near
    You hear their screams
    And you feel their fears

    They touch you
    And you touch them
    Yet you feel nothing
    Except for pain

    The pain you feel
    They feel it too
    You somehow feel theirs
    And they know that you do

    For they are pained
    Just as you are too
    The burdens they bear
    Sometimes out do you

    Yet still for some reason
    You can see blood
    You cannot feel it
    But see puddles in the mud

    You watch it as it drips
    Straight from your heart
    You know you are dead
    But you cannot depart

    Your spirit has been trapped
    And your soul is held down
    By the fears you have feared
    And by the hate for which you frown

    This world which you have hated
    This pain for which you endure
    You will always be stuck with
    Until the end of the earth

    You know this in your heart
    You see the others who are with you
    You try to depart
    But are trapped and no one can hear you