[Intro] [A slow, agonizing mandolin trill that bleeds into a punishing, heavy thrash beat] [Stomping drums echo like a hollow, empty chest cavity] [A distorted banjo bends a mournful, weeping minor note] [Verse 1] I begged you at the crossroads, let’s just hold on to the spark If I can’t be your anchor, let me walk you through the dark You smiled and said we’d be best friends, a comfort to the mind But now your eyes are windows with the shutters pulled down blind You look right through my ribcage like I’m made of glass and air Your casual politeness is the worst code I can bear There’s no hatred in your voice, no fire left to burn Just a terrible indifference at every single turn [Pre-Chorus] The frost is creeping thick into my chest You got your closure (And I got a never-ending rest!) [Chorus] Now I’m the living dead, a ghost upon your porch Trying to stay warm beside a frozen torch You call it moving on, I call it dying inside Eternally without you with nowhere left to hide No joy in the morning, no peace in the night Just a hollow-boned man who lost the will to fight Your best friend is a phantom, standing in the rain Existing just to carry the anguish of the pain [Verse 2] I sit across the table and I try to play the part Laughing at your stories with a dry, synthetic heart You talk about the new world that you’re building in the sun While I am just a shadow of the things we should have done You reach to touch my shoulder like a brother or a kin And I feel the blackness deepen right underneath my skin The world continues turning, the seasons fade and bloom But I’m a permanent inhabitant of a cold and empty room [Chorus] You say that we are fine, well give the girl a prize There’s nothing but a vacuum in these empty socket eyes I tried to keep the friendship just to keep you by my side But I’m a white-knuckle beast that your apathy has tied I’m here eternally, the bone that never breaks You’re just gonna have to deal with all the misery it makes [Bridge] To be a secondary character in a life I used to share Is a special kind of torture that is too heavy to bear I’d rather have you curse me, I’d rather hear you scream THAN TO WALK ME THROUGH THE REMAINS OF AN APATHETIC DREAM! THE WEIGHT OF BEING NOTHING IS TEARING ME APART! [Instrumental Solo] [Hyper-speed, chaotic mandolin shredding mimicking a frantic panic attack] [Syncopated banjo accents with industrial-style thrash metal distortion] [Thunderous double-bass drum stomp kicks into a manic tempo] [Breakdown] [Spoken Word] Best friends. [Spoken Word] What a polite way to watch a man rot. [Spoken Word] You just stopped caring. [Spoken Word] But my bones forgot it not. No pulse in the veins. No blood in the line. Just a walking corpse wasting away your precious time. NO JOY! (YEAH!) NO PEACE! (YEAH!) JUST THE LIVING DEAD! [Final Chorus] YOU SAY THAT WE ARE FINE, WELL GIVE THE GIRL A PRIZE! THERE’S NOTHING BUT A VACUUM IN THESE EMPTY SOCKET EYES! I traded all my peace just to stay here by your side Now I’m a phantom prisoner with nowhere left to hide No joy in the morning, no peace in the night A hollow-eyed skeleton who lost the god-damn fight! Eternally without you, I’m standing in the rain EXISTING JUST TO CARRY THE ANGUISH OF THE PAIN! [Outro] Dead inside. (So heavy...) Dead inside. (The bone don't break...) I’m the living dead. Eternally your friend. Eternally alone until the universe can end. Dead inside. [Fade Out] [The sound of one final, slow, descending mandolin chord] [A sharp, percussive "clack" of wood on wood] Dead inside I'm the living dead [One heavy, echoing drum stomp that mimics a final, stopping heartbeat] [Spoken] I'm the living dead [End]
