I, Zombie, Part Iii: the Quickening

Thoughts racing faster The Monster is the master Who’ll be outlaster? Fear is growing fast As the Zombie I am cast Can I hold, outlast? Taken to the task Face becoming a forged mask Partake of the cask Am I savable? The Monster wants Rafael Why? Kane slew Able… Sins of the father Could be sins of the mother This we must pay for? Am I a fixture? Where’s my soul in this picture? Just a betwixture? Adding up heaven Give me number seven I’ll take eleven Must have rolled the bones Got snake eyes, box cars, and clones I’m one of its drones Just another clown The Monster Circus renown Don my happy frown The bugs crawl and swarm Reshaping me from the “norm” Mold me in its form Cannot fight this thing No antidote for the sting Slipping on the ring I’m invisible My mind’s gone divisible It’s invincible I’m a heretic I’m the Daemon’s lunatic Perhaps I’m just sick? In the thick of things Is it not quite sickening? This, the quickening…