Mort

Om Remedy

You're dead, but your corpse will walk
A thousand miles in your shoes
Bled dry but your heart keeps pumping
It's got nothing left to lose
It might as well try

You're dead but your corpse keeps walking
Wondering if your coming back
Waiting for you to come back

You're brain dead but you keep on thinking
That you've reached the bottom
But you keep on sinking down
Wondering if you'll ever drown

Blind but you can't help looking for your eyes
It's time to say your prayers and all your last goodbyes.

You're frozen solid
And you hope you'll never thaw out
Your foes are calling, but you're coping with the fallout
And all that really means is that you're moping around the mall now

You're not interested in healing
You're going to go right on feeling
That you're too busy clawing at the ceiling

You're dead but your corpse will walk
A thousand miles in your shoes
Bled dry but your heart keeps pumping
It's got nothing left to lose- it might as well try.