Living Dead

The golden girl of the hour
Has a confession to confess
She doesn't think she knows
How to become more from less.
Her pretty eyes
Such pretty eyes
Hold too many lies
Oh, too many lies.
And this girl wonders
She's always dreaming
When will she come out from under
She says:
"This is killing me."

Welcome girl
To your demise
You're a living dead
You've made your bed
How does it feel
To know you're not alive
You're a walking dead
So close your eyes.

Where's the end if theres no beginning?
She askes questions to hear whats said back
But she's answered always with knowing silence
And is left to lash out and attack.
She's a clever girl
Such a clever girl
But nothing to the world
Yes, nothing to the world.
And this girl believes
Only what she cannot see
Like what's hidden up her sleeves
She says:
"I'm killing me."

Welcome girl
To your demise
You're a living dead
You've made your bed
How does it feel
To know you're not alive
You're a walking dead
So close your eyes.

She's a living dead
Dead living
She's killed herself inside out
She's a living dead
Dead living
She's killed herself inside out