Rust to Dust

Leave us alone, bitch.
My memories are all fake.
Trick my mind, bitch.
I'm still blind, five years have passed.

The chamber where I hide,
Has been invaded by a horde of zombies.
They are looking for my eyes.
The useless eyes.

I closed the cellar door,
So you can't enter.
I locked the zombies up.
Who would've imagine my bravery.

None of my dreams make sense.
I was sleeping in a bathroom,
I got engaged with a whore.
But believe me, she was a fucking bore.