Undead
I'd lain dormant for many years
Much without my knowing
Rotted, buried underground
Stiff, with nails growing
But one day I began to stir
My heart beat, my fingers twitched
My consciousness returned
And once again, I lived
...
Much without my knowing
Rotted, buried underground
Stiff, with nails growing
But one day I began to stir
My heart beat, my fingers twitched
My consciousness returned
And once again, I lived
...