Iron in the fire
And a foot in the grave
Another dollar short
And another day late
Sunset, sunrise, we begin to fade
When will I make my escape
Do you ever feel like walking dead
Holes in our hearts
Black in our heads
The life we live seems less than content
Do we crawl like spiders or are we caught in the web
Smoke from the fire feels like lead in my hands
Weight we carry from the scars we bear
Do we keep on and carry out
Or bend, break and tear
Fighting our way out, victim to the nightmare
Do you ever feel like walking dead
Holes in our hearts
Black in our heads
The life we live seems less than content
Do we crawl like spiders or are we caught in the web
Keep on and carry out
Bend, break and tear
Fighting our way out
Born into a nightmare
Keep on and carry out
Bend, break and tear
Fighting our way out
Born into a nightmare
Do you ever feel like walking dead
Holes in our hearts
Black in our heads
The life we live feels less than content
Do we crawl like spiders or are we caught in the web