Let the rain pour on your head,
look over the bodies, cold, dead.
Walking even though they're stuck in their graves.
Emotionless figures that drone through the rain.
Not a single drop of pity falls from your eyes,
Because as you part your lips you let out a different cry.
Despite your screaming no one can hear,
Especially the one that you tend to fear
No one cares,
No one starres
They just keep walking by
Even as you collapse over and die,
Now you let the rain pour on your head
And walk about the Famous living dead.
