We Are The Dead

 

we are the dead

the unrequited love

the words we never said

the dreams we never realised

we are the dead

 

we are the dead

sat in front of the TV

spending too long in bed

wasting our lives away

we are the dead

 

we are the dead

arguing among ourselves

never leading being led

to places we don’t want to go

we are the dead

 

we are the dead

stifling our dreams

In the labyrinths of our head

letting chances pass us by

we are the dead

 

we are the dead

dousing our passions

so the flames are never fed

then wishing days away

we are the dead

 

we are the dead

forming our opinions

through the papers we have read

Instead of making news ourselves

we are the dead

 

we are the dead

following the trails

that other travellers tread

no footsteps in the virgin snow

we are the dead

 

we are the dead

we could be hanging round old haunts

raising merry hell instead

we procrastinate in graves

we are the dead