Soon it will come

What am I but living dead?
Walking after shadows in my head.
Sweet pity me, pity these eyes that see.
Put me under, wrap me in release…

His senses overcome, feeling the world beneath his skin
Wanting nothing more to get in.

Drowned in flaming thirst, swells of water carry,
he is floating with the buried.

Soon it will come to the gates,
Soon it will be for the late to follow,

What am I but living dead?
Walking after shadows in my head.
Sweet pity me, pity these eyes that see,
Put me under, wrap me in release…

Chasing heaven with one arm,
giving hell your heart with love and charm.

Captive of your own device,
freedom is a choice, the ransom has no voice.

What am I but living dead?
Walking after shadows in my head.
What am I but living dead, sweet pity

What am I but living dead?
Walking after shadows in my head.
Walking after, sweet

Soon it will come to the gates,
Soon it will be for the late to follow,

Soon it will come to the gates,
Soon it will be for the late to follow…