He was alive
He was ticking like a bomb
He was living a lie

He said come on come on come on

Stare at the clay

As it cracks in the ground
Unearth the madness
Of the newly unbound

She said

Shoot the dead


Planted like a seed
That was never meant to grow

The devil's weeds
Creeping through the smoke


The gun was shaking
Sweat bled through his hands
His mind was racing

Was this really what they'd planned?
She said


Shoot the dead

His breath was forced

Fear had made him pale
The moonlight's glow was dim
He prayed he wouldn't fail


His heart was pounding
Like the rhythm of a drum

His mind was racing
Did they know what they'd become?
She said


Shoot the dead
Shoot the dead

Shoot the dead
Shoot the dead


Shoot the dead