Dawn of the Dead

I hear the drummer strike the sky
I hear the drummer strike the sky
I hear the drummer strike the sky
I hear the drummer strike the sky

This is magic, it's tragic, it's passion, it's me
This is classic romance and it's madness, it's peace
This is masochists, Catholics, addicts and activists
Blackness and sadness that pacifists see
This is close to me, focusing, ghosts that sing (Axioms!)
Rosary, broken wings holding me (Backwards!)
Followed the path to-to find-find-find this
And I swallowed the wrath to unite my intents-tents-tents
Tensions will build, walls will collapse
Lessons instilled when I saw through the cracks
Cracked smiles repaired, we just crawl in our tracks
'Cause we live just to die, we evolve to adapt
To the fast food and the tattoos
It's like I just can't see past the bad news
And I can't bruise, like a statue
But I'm falling apart from the shrapnel
This is casualties, atrophy, mastering (Axioms!)
Gravity, gradually, askin' me (Backwards!)
Progress make can you when reverse in be why?
Feel I how just that's 'cuz reverse in words speak I
Any and every engaging discussion
Of lovin' engraving a memory in me
Memories in me engraving the lovin'
Of every and any engaging discussion
High-high-high, mid-mid-mid, low-low-low (Next!)
Why try my wish if this goal I hold (Dead)
Sooner or later I'll drown in regret
When I'm swimming in circles and holding my breath
Pistons revolve in these physics I draw
Wishless sorrow, narcissistic and forced