Broken nails, busted teeth
The feeling creeps in and out
The pain soon follows
My eyes burn, wide open and stricken red
Time flies and days simply move on by
Violate the night, dead by sunrise
Just an open wound across the living
Time heels, just not all the time
Ironic how that works
I suppose it just depends on who you are
I suppose it's all about what you're willing to pay
Broken fingers, broken arm
this feeling has returned
Soon the depression follows
mouth closed, yet the words scream out
Time slips away through my fingers like sand
Violate the night, living dead when the sun comes up
Just a pale faced zombie in society
Time heels, just not all the time
Ironic how that works
I suppose it just depends on who you are
I suppose it's all about what you're willing to pay
