When I see me ( The Zombie perspective ) ~ EF

When I see me, I see an old woman
When I see me, I feel the need for greed
When I see me, I want to die
When I see me, I want to be free

No matter what I do I feel eaten alive
Blunting the horror of my flesh turned uptight
Raging brains gushed down past me
Flustered cut fingers burned thought the night

Disciplined tens angles by hate
Ritual plains filled with blame
Forging the souls of might
Dying lovers take flight