graveyard shift from GRAVEYARD SHIFT by Winter Rowan

wish I could work the graveyard shift
with all the ghosts and the skeletons
the undead are my only friends now
they teach me the language of demons

on the graveyard shift you can see the stars
my friends, the zombies get caught in their light
they’re drawn to shiny things like jewelry and silver spoons
but nothing catches them like the stars at night

NOW I FEEL THE SAME, I CAN PASS THROUGH WALLS
NOW I AM INVINCIBLE
NOW I SEE A SIGN AS I FLOAT AND FALL
NOW I AM INVISIBLE

night is so much better than we give it credit for
and sure we give it a lot
but it whispers secrets and keeps yours safe
encourages you to give as good as you got

so, maybe I wanna be buried in the pet sematary
maybe I crave the lust of flesh
maybe I’d like to live a new life without boundaries
and start off fresh

NOW I FEEL THE SAME, I CAN PASS THROUGH WALLS
NOW I AM INVINCIBLE
NOW I SEE A SIGN AS I FLOAT AND FALL
NOW I AM INVISIBLE

I’m floating like a lost balloon, but no one can see me
I bang pots and pans and throw chairs across the room
get real scary

still invisible I cry and moan,
“will no one come save me?”
invincible, but all alone—
should I have stayed dead and buried?

well, I wanna be buried in the pet sematary
I crave flesh
I'd like to live a new life without boundaries
and start of fresh

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