Were just teenage zombies
Coming forth and showing our selfs...

The piter-patter of rain
Reflects off the silhouette shingled roof...

Rain like angel tears
Falling from above...

On the softer side of the blade
These scars have made you...

Burn the flames
curse out names...

I saw her smile today unaware of the evil
she said to me were already dead...

I'm laying
I'm waiting...

I try to run from the voices of a million hack...