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The ShadowWhy is that shadow crawling on the wall? How did it rise? When will it fall? What is that shadow creaking down the floor? We begged it to stop- Why does it do it more? Where is that shadow skulking through the room? How does it know us? What does that prove? When is that shadow sliding 'cross the ceiling? Why does it exist? What is its meaning? Who is that shadow laughing in our faces? Torment, torture In so many places- Why is that shadow crawling on the wall? Because it knows it will die soon, No matter how tall.The Shadow


You Won't SmileWe were friends, we were buddies We jumped in a lake and came out all muddy We ate fish sticks, we drank sweet tea We made it so sweet it was hard to believe We swam in a pool, we drew on our faces We played 007 in Wal-Mart and places We talked on the phone, we played videogames And we always had fun, no matter how lameYou Won't Smile
We both loved the same things, we both loved each other We cared for our friends, one after another And sure we were outcasts, sure we were shunned Yet no matter what we always sought fun
But where are you going? There must be something wrong


ZombiesBoard the windows Lock the doors See they can't getZombies
Through the floors They want to kill us I won't lie
If you don't believe me Look outside How, you ask? Two horrific diseases
One takes them as puppets One does as it pleases
Why, you ask? Because we're alive We're different from them And they'll eat us to thrive Quick! Choose a weapon We have to fight We can't run now It's gonna be a long night They're victims of pressure
They conform at their cost It's when they lose control of others Tha
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