I am alive, even though I am dead.
My heart is done, but still, I carry on.
Take a look, as I lay in my death bed.
I never eat, but still keep myself fed.
My bones are like twigs, but they are not gone.
I am alive, even though I am dead.
Sweat, tears, puss, and blood pour out of my head.
I suffer this pain, 'til the break of dawn.
Take a look, as I lay in my death bed.
My brain is heavy, like it's filled with lead.
I want to sleep, but I refuse to yawn.
I am alive, even though I am dead.
I can still see, though my eyes are so red.
They torture me, of mercy, there is none.
Take a look, as I lay in my death bed.
"Your soul belongs to me now," The man had said.
Death will not take me, for I am his pawn.
I am alive, even though I am dead.
Take a look, as I lay in my death bed.
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