Safia Elaina - 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

Written by:
Safiatu Bah

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