The Walking Deceased

No soul to sale
Within, without
No difference really
Full of doubt
Sinking beneath the pyre
Dwelling on that same fire
Erase your hope
Lifeless from a rope

Couldn't pinpoint the origin of this existential crisis
Maybe it was when my mother taught me about religion
Always wondered how it felt for everything to go black
Now I see our lives are a DMT trip
I'm waiting for the final slip

It begins to feed on our uncertainties
Things we try push back into the subconscious
But we can't escape these things
The elephant in the room beckons us to face the cold mirror of truth

I wont always be in this current state
One day I will return unto my infancy
And when my body breaks down
There will not be a way
To recover lost memories inside of me

"The face at the door is within all human beings"
There's no time
No time like the present
To have a crisis of an afterthought
Of what might be beyond

It begins to feed on our uncertainties
Things we try push back into the subconscious
But we can't escape these things
The elephant in the room beckons us to face the cold mirror of truth

I wont always be in this current state
One day I will return unto my infancy
And when my body breaks down
There will not be a way
To recover lost memories inside of me
I wont always be in this current state
One day I will return unto my infancy
And when my body breaks down
There will not be a way
To recover lost memories inside of me
I wont always be in this current state
One day I will return unto my infancy
And when my body breaks down
There will not be a way
To recover lost memories inside of me



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Mitchell
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