We're both walking corpses
Disturbed in our sleep
We're straying between empty shadows
As we view them happy hollowed

There's a proven theory
To anyone's opinion
That was made up in the deepest thought
Between an alcohol sip
and a hallucination trip

We're both walking corpses
In the world that was buried
Divided from the rest of the human material
That's been long drawn to belive it's conventioal

There's a proven philosophy
Which analyzes universal activity
That was made up in the deepest thought
Between an alcohol sip
And a hallucination trip

We're both walking corpses
That's still halting me from breathing
And as I see you keep on existing fearless
I ponder about the life I'm dragging

Because my proven theory
Contains nothing but established claims
That where lacking in the deepest thought
Between an alcohol sip
And a hallucination trip