Thoughts of vengeance
Oh hear my forsaken cry...

A low voice through the trees
Singing so sweetly...

Its not hard to believe
That we all make mistakes...

As the trigger grows nearer
To the sound of silence...

The sounds in my head
They beat harder and louder...

And so it all comes to an end
Everything...

Common zombies are
People marching mindlessly...

I’m dreaming about a girl so true
That living without her is hard to bear...

Coal is dark and ugly
It's state, untouched by hard labor...

You see them when you sleep
The shadows left so deep...

A gentle breeze
Sways me back and forth...

As the warm glow of life fills within
The shade overhead attempts to grow...