eras of zombie warriors
nothing new between our ears
still crying for a saviour
someone to end the tears
wading through the breakfasts
of what used to be our minds
risking all on this game of chance
we sadly call our lives
(as we sadly sigh)
and we're still hunting
double barrelled through the night
someone or even something
we know we have the right
horizons of smog filled villas
treading water with the ice
without so much as a thank ya
for the warming trends tonight
an oracle with three heads
a hydra of the truth
returning like the stalking dead
that feast upon our youth
and we're still wanting
those unions of delight
someone to show us one thing
to remember we're alive
living out delusions
a decision we call choice
waiting in anticipation
of forever after joys
don't want to hear of reasons
don't want to know the odds
handled by those with Visions
touched by the grace of god
the grace of god
