Lyrics

why do I feel like a dead man walking
ripe for the picking that reaper's calling...me
breathin in deep as my skin starts crawling
try to get away but death keeps stalking...me

I still worry alot...
like my brain is shot..
with novacaine and I'm falling

The stuttering pace of my heartbeat's race
should have me flat on my face
praying for calm....all for naught

why do I feel like a dead man walking
ripe for the picking that reaper's calling...me
breathin in deep as my skin starts crawling
try to get away but death keeps stalking...me

I still hurry a lot
like my mind is hot
and shortcircuiting...I'm found wanting

The weight on my chest must know what's best
if learning to drown is half the test..
life vest on...all for naught

rarely does that mastadon trample my dream
grip the evlipse but torn at the seem...

and...

why do I feel like a dead man walking
ripe for the picking that reaper's calling...me
breathin in deep as my skin starts crawling
try to get away but death keeps stalking...me


Dead Man Walking

Independent artist trying to do things a little different but kinda the same.

Dead Man Walking

Magicninja