Immortal Deceased

Elegant, we sweep the ballroom floor
Based on an unknown cemetery.
Full moon is murky but still sure
Overlook all prophesy.

Chandelier candle’s turn pail
A hush comes over the flocked
Strive to escape but we fail
The fortress doors are locked.

Chorus:
No blade or bullet will help nor save,
The weak, vulnerable, strong or brave,
Holding you tight and thought of you;
Will keep me running all night through.

Hide in rooms of silent black,
Color of the midnight sun.
Lose you so retrace my tracks,
Far from you, and further I run.

Chorus:
No blade or bullet will help to save,
The weak, vulnerable, strong or brave,
Holding tight to thoughts of you;
Will keep me running all night through

They hunt me down, they seek me out.
I’m fading now without a doubt.
As they try to steal my last breath,
You robbed me of a painful death.

Chorus:
No dagger, blade or bullet will help to save,
The weak, vulnerable, strong or brave,
Holding tight to memories of you,
Will keep me crying my whole life through.