This Is the Art of Being Living Dead

Darling, I am starved and deprived Of all the things that I'd like To hold, to cherish, to keep To have, to be, read it and weep I'm a liar, a sinner, unhinged, don't you see Sex with devils and angels, like God said to be Can you see that this is the world that we all birthed Thrive in the madness, the chaos, lessons can't be learned Till you turn back the clocks of time You won't see how wrong you are when "right" Make up the rules as you go There's no one more corrupt than us You know this You know This is the art of being living dead Will you use my blood to paint the world in dread Oh, don't touch me, I've been exsanguinated A walking corpse, life's been deleted This is the art of being living dead Will you use my blood to paint the world in dread Oh, don't touch me, I've been exsanguinated A walking corpse, life's been deleted Darling, I'm a rat in disguise Can't help, but devour my pride Illness, terminal sadness The clock it twists, I am Alice Orphelia, my leader, drowning in the lake It's at this time I wonder if I am a fake Lithium in my tea, I have collapsed at sea No one attempts to stop me, cause they're never free Till you turn back the clocks of time You won't see how wrong you are when "right" Make up the rules as you go There's no one more corrupt than us You know this This is the art of being living dead Will you use my blood to paint the world in dread Oh, don't touch me, I've been exsanguinated A walking corpse, life's been deleted This is the art of being living dead Will you use my blood to paint the world in dread Oh, don't touch me, I've been exsanguinated A walking corpse, life's been deleted And when you can't find me Cause my body's rotten I promise to haunt you 'Til you have your coffin But until that day I will suffer in my pride Conjure up a smile My purpose is to hide And when it is done to complete perfection You'll know this is the art of... This is the art of... This is the art of being living dead Will you use my blood to paint the world in dread Oh, don't touch me, I've been exsanguinated A walking corpse, life's been deleted This is the art of being living dead Will you use my blood to paint the world in dread Oh, don't touch me, I've been exsanguinated A walking corpse, life's been deleted