Undead

<br>Cold skin clings to my face, more dead than alive. Spend your days without a<br>trace, fed up with the lies. I`m one of the few undead, I`ve seen through the<br>lies, live life hanging by a thread. I`m evil undisguised. Cut the strings<br>that tie you down, refuse to play the clown. Bite every hand that feeds, make<br>sure society bleeds. I`m one of the few undead, I`ve seen through the lie.<br>Life hanging by a thread, I`m Evil undisguised... Do you know how it feels,<br>staring down the barrel of a gun, everyday more or less the same, just a wait<br>`til your days are done, work your fingers to the bone, grind your body<br>underneath the stone, stains of red flash across your back, seize the power to<br>return the attack... If you wonder what drove me insane, take a look at my<br>scars. They go deeper than the skin, so with a gun I`m back to win. I`m one of<br>the few undead, I`ve seen through the lie. Life hanging by a thread, I`m Evil<br>undisguised...