The Living Dead

[Intro – slow acoustic, faint cello drone] I walk among the living dead, a soul extinguished long ago. [Verse 1 – mournful, low] My heart still beats, a thread of pain, but out there, I was buried whole. This waking dream, my penance due, for all the ghosts I can’t outrun. [Pre-Chorus – tension rising, strings swell] They call my name, but I don’t hear— their echoes drown inside my chest. [Chorus – cello swells, faint female echo] I drift, a wraith in borrowed skin, awake, yet lost, undone within. A shell that breathes in bleak despair, forget, forgot—no solace there. [Verse 2 – percussion creeping in, steady and slow] The sun still casts its golden flame, but not for me, not for these eyes. Old man of war, a hollow name, a cursed relic beneath the skies. [Bridge – strings intensify, vocals start soft then break] They wait for me, the ones I bear, their silence flooding through my veins. A soul long gone, a burdened stare— out there I died, and still remains. [Chorus – full band, haunting and heavy] I drift, a wraith in borrowed skin, awake, yet lost, undone within. A shell that breathes in bleak despair, forget, forgot—no solace there. [Final Chorus – catastrophic release] I scream, a name that fades to dust, no God, no grave, no one to trust. The living dead—still I remain, forever bound, forever stained. [Outro – fade with acoustic + cello] I walk among the living dead, a relic cursed beneath the skies.