The world keeps turning, even without me
Nothing has changed, no ripple in the water
In between is where I lie, untouchable to all
Death seeking me, but not quite there
My say means nothing, you can't even hear it
Lost in confusion and noise
I fight my war against the living
How cruel and evil they may be
Am I truly the walking dead or
is the living really just dead?
is the living really just dead?
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