Mathew Darkman - Walking Graveyard

I've become a walking graveyard
Feels like I carry around the dead
Memories of the living
Being tortured inside my head

Imagery bits of paper
Dictate our lives and rest
Life rushes on by us
No time to beg for death

I'm a different sort of dangerous
Down and out of pounds
Destitute and penniless
Another face lost in the crowd

I ain't got no place to go
Too long standing in the cold
Bad men came and took my soul
It's hard to tell whos friend or foe

But I do what I gotta do
To stay strong and to survive
And I'm thankfull that I'm lucky enough
To still be here and still be alive

I've seen first hand
So many things
I'd forget if I could
Nobody could help me now
Not even if they would

Rebellious to death
But dieing for a life
I won't wait around in silence
For the bullet or the knife

To those who have done me wrong
When your death comes
You'll hear my sound

But you wont see me coming
All roads lead
To our holes in the ground

I've become a walking graveyard
Feels like i carry around the dead
Memories of the living
Being tortured inside my head

Imagery bits of paper
Dictate our lives and rest
Life rushes on by us
No time to beg for death

Written by:
Mathew Lovell

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