I saw in its rotten & bone revealing outlines.
Sinister travesties of the human shape.
Distorted faces staring into space.
I must have lived years in this evil place. This place!

I didn't know, I didn't know where I was.
I didn't know, I didn't know who I was.

But more terrible was the slowness of my progress.
My brain-dead mind, chaotic & numb, craving for light.
Feeble & weak, they become zombies way too often.
Feeble & weak, dancing around their coffins.

Dancing around in this place.

I didn't know, I didn't know where I was.
I didn't know, I didn't know who I was.

Once again, I'll wake up, in a gutter.
It shall be like I rise, from the grave.
An undead boy who longs, to get laid.
A wasted boy afraid.

Afraid.
I don't know. I don't know.
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