I Am the Undead

I move amongst the living Their eyes and mouths swirls around me Drifting through doors Like blue smoke and red mist Violated by breathing Fornicating Her sour bloodstream makes me wretch Immersed in a warm bath of chemicals High and wide glass walls Look down on rows of crowded towers I AM THE UNDEAD I AM THE UNDEAD A field of grey tombstones Broken columns and spires A collection of monuments to the vanity of man Her sour bloodstream makes me wretch Immersed in a warm bath of chemicals High and wide glass walls Look down on rows of crowded towers I AM THE UNDEAD I AM THE UNDEAD My rotten soul will rise up To claim this world of yours My rotten soul will rise up And claim it all There is no mercy From the black hole within my eyes There is no escape I AM THE UNDEAD My rotten soul will rise up To claim this world of yours My rotten soul will rise up And claim it all