Zombies
Sometimes, there's this feeling
That there's nothingout there
nothing to become
just zombies
Masses herding towards fresh brains.
That there's nothingout there
nothing to become
just zombies
Masses herding towards fresh brains.
I am Gretel Stringing along the trail Small pieces of my heart and soul Like breadcrumbs. There is promise in the forest Hope of something great Even so I long to turn around And follow the pieces of my love Back home to safety and my other half.