Zombie Music
Holding out on hope
Can make you lose your mind
Carrying the torch
Will burn you every time
But there's something to be said
Bout not letting memories be dead
If only to pacify the soul for a short while
But it matters not
Lest we forget and lose the plot
I'd take the best of those days
Even when they'd end the worst of ways
Over having nothing at all
I've heard it said before
I'd rather be dead, for sure
Than alive by your tradition's fall
Into that of a faded photograph
Without you, everything is nothing
There's a demon underground
Giving the heart the runaround
With an angel chained
She looks to be spellbound
With the loud call for more
Coming out from the cellar door
With bated breath only the mind can run for miles
But maybe one day
We'll look back on this and say
It was still the best of those days
Even at the worst of your ways
Your worst to me was nothing at all
I've heard it said before
I'd rather be dead, for sure
Than alive without your oppressive thrall
Steal the light in the shade of the sun
Without you, the warmth is too cold
I'd take the best of those days
Even when they'd end the worst of ways
Over having nothing at all
I've heard it said before
I'd rather be dead, for sure
Than alive by your tradition's fall
Into that of a faded photograph
Without you, everything is nothing
Can make you lose your mind
Carrying the torch
Will burn you every time
But there's something to be said
Bout not letting memories be dead
If only to pacify the soul for a short while
But it matters not
Lest we forget and lose the plot
I'd take the best of those days
Even when they'd end the worst of ways
Over having nothing at all
I've heard it said before
I'd rather be dead, for sure
Than alive by your tradition's fall
Into that of a faded photograph
Without you, everything is nothing
There's a demon underground
Giving the heart the runaround
With an angel chained
She looks to be spellbound
With the loud call for more
Coming out from the cellar door
With bated breath only the mind can run for miles
But maybe one day
We'll look back on this and say
It was still the best of those days
Even at the worst of your ways
Your worst to me was nothing at all
I've heard it said before
I'd rather be dead, for sure
Than alive without your oppressive thrall
Steal the light in the shade of the sun
Without you, the warmth is too cold
I'd take the best of those days
Even when they'd end the worst of ways
Over having nothing at all
I've heard it said before
I'd rather be dead, for sure
Than alive by your tradition's fall
Into that of a faded photograph
Without you, everything is nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Billy Cook
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