Dead Man Walking
What the hell?
Have I become?
An empty shell.
Completely numb.
Every day, just going through the motions.
When I'm alone, I think a lot.
Of all the things, that I forgot.
All my regrets that left me lost and broken.
I'm so tired of feeling like a...
DEAD MAN WALKING!
View the rage, they're calling.
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
DEAD MAN WALKING!
I can taste the poison.
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
Tell me that there's something more to this life.
Dead man walking.
Why the hell am I still here?
It feels like I could disappear.
And If I did, would anybody notice?
No, there's nothing running through my veins.
All to well I know the shame.
Is there still a chance?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
I'm so tired of feeling like a...
DEAD MAN WALKING!
View the rage, they're calling.
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
DEAD MAN WALKING!
I can taste the poison.
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
Tell me that there's more to this life!
More to this life...
Time is ticking as the eyes of my accusers burn holes in my skin.
There's this rusty crown centered stage in your museum of sin.
I'm off to meet the maker but there's a fire in the well.
Any last words? I'll see you all in Hell!
DEAD MAN WALKING!
DEAD MAN WALKING!
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
DEAD MAN WALKING!
View the rage, they're calling.
I can taste the poison.
Tell me that there's more to this life...
More to this life!
Have I become?
An empty shell.
Completely numb.
Every day, just going through the motions.
When I'm alone, I think a lot.
Of all the things, that I forgot.
All my regrets that left me lost and broken.
I'm so tired of feeling like a...
DEAD MAN WALKING!
View the rage, they're calling.
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
DEAD MAN WALKING!
I can taste the poison.
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
Tell me that there's something more to this life.
Dead man walking.
Why the hell am I still here?
It feels like I could disappear.
And If I did, would anybody notice?
No, there's nothing running through my veins.
All to well I know the shame.
Is there still a chance?
Is there hope for the hopeless?
I'm so tired of feeling like a...
DEAD MAN WALKING!
View the rage, they're calling.
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
DEAD MAN WALKING!
I can taste the poison.
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
Tell me that there's more to this life!
More to this life...
Time is ticking as the eyes of my accusers burn holes in my skin.
There's this rusty crown centered stage in your museum of sin.
I'm off to meet the maker but there's a fire in the well.
Any last words? I'll see you all in Hell!
DEAD MAN WALKING!
DEAD MAN WALKING!
I don't want to live, I don't want to die.
DEAD MAN WALKING!
View the rage, they're calling.
I can taste the poison.
Tell me that there's more to this life...
More to this life!
Credits
Writer(s): Blair Daly, Skidd Mills, Greg Bradley, Jonny Hetherington, Tavis Jason Stanley, Caley Ryan Gontier, Jeffrey Grayden Brown, David Jonathan Bendeth
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