Half past dead
Couldn’t be any weaker if you opened my veins
Half past dead
This evil thought keeps routing my brain

Every time I think it’s gone
It stands up and kicks in the door
This painful thing
I scream I can’t take any more

Half past dead
Why must all of them fall
Half past dead
This sweet noise isn’t Satan’s call

I fight it down
The screams seem to bubble up in my mouth
I know I’ve been found
I throw –up bile and sweet curses flow forth

I’m Half past dead
No I couldn’t just fall
Half past dead
I’ll come for them all

My thoughts calm down
The rage subsides leaving a dangerous mind
In the air, not a single sound
From the crypt I creep knowing it’s my time

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