Walking Dead – A Masterpiece Of Failure – letras

Lives led by city street signsMoving to the same sequential paceConstructed by repetitive designThere’s no individuality in a box of matchesWe’re all just burning awayThese empty shells no longer have any reason to sleepFor we can no longer dreamReproduce destructionTook away what made us differentWe’re so easily replacedWrite unread journal entriesThe ink is bloodSafety is only in the shadowsIn this age light hides from the darkSelflessness lost all meaningPride is bleedingIn this selfish torment where all goes wrongAnd nothings well, to end wellWe forgot loveExchanging bloodFor a fake lifeThere’s nothing real to gainCarving fake smiles just to attempt to pass through the dayBut these new medicines heal us so quicklyFeet of cementTurning life to a statuetteScream for someone to save youThey scream save yourselfThese empty shells no longer have any reason to sleepFor we can no longer dreamWe are the real nightmareWe are the walking dead