Dead Man

Dead man walking,
dead man talking,
your palm's so cold,
your hair so old.
there's cold blood trickling,
there's your face sickening,
where's the smile?
where's the flesh?
were you dead as a child?
were you lost in the wild?

yes, i have grown dead,
yes, i have a lot bled,
i did wait for Santa clause,
i did make a lot of flaws,
but that's when I was alive,
and then i had to revive,
to something not a pain,
to something very inane.

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