Dead Man Walking

Standing on two feet, both lungs breathin’,

Think I’m alright, but inside bleedin’. . .

Killed my dreams off, broke my heart,

Chained and buried my soul in the dark.

And I look in the mirror every day

Put on my mask that’s made of clay.

There’s no spark left in these eyes

’Cause that’s what happens when you die.

And who’s my murderer? Who could it be?

The only murderer here is me.