| Do you know what it's like for me, |
| to drive in the wake of night |
| and to see all of the normal people |
| who still have their blood and life. |
| Do you know what it's like for me, |
| of just how jealous it is I get |
| when I see them walking around their streets |
| without decaying, rotting flesh. |
| Those people with their pretty skin |
| and perfect hair and teeth, |
| those people whom you'd like to be with- |
| whom I wish I could be. |
| For here I walk and here I crawl |
| with hair tattered and skin falling |
| forever cursed and forever blessed |
| with immortality as a zombie. |
| But oh how I do envy them, |
| just look at them go by. |
| I wish I could be like them again |
| to love you until I die. |
| But no, I sold my soul away, |
| 3 years and 2 days ago |
| to the Devil in an abominable pact |
| to live forever an' do good the world. |
| But now I'm here |
| and here I see you |
| and most surely I'm in love, |
| I regret my pact and stead I wish |
| that I had a face that you could love. |
| But no, you know, it's not the end- |
| I only rot by ties to the Devil, |
| so if I clean up my act and if I break my pact |
| I'll be free (save my soul in peril). |
| Then if I repent and express regret |
| our God will take me in, |
| and rip to shreds the demonic pact |
| and wash away my sins. |
| But it's not enough for me, |
| for with Him as well I still could not have you, |
| and I know I can't with the Devil's deal |
| so I'll have to turn him down, too. |
| See this is not a matter where I have need to think- |
| the decision here's quite simple; |
| I love you over life, immortality, and death, |
| so I'll have to becross both God and Devil. |
| And for you I'll run |
| from both Heaven and Hell |
| until I reach the edge of the Earth, |
| and there with you I'll hide and not give a damn |
| 'cause I don't care, so long as I have you. |
Zombie from Hair & Skin predicaments are from the bags under my eyes and the horrible state of my hair due to overworking myself.
The "deal with the Devil" to do good in the world is how I study so much and analyze morality so much, and while I get worse skin and hair for it, I get to help the environment and people of the world with the knowledge I gain. But I'm selling my soul because I'm losing myself to this.
At the same time, if I gave up these practices and stopped being so harsh or academic, then the skin and hair would return to normal and I'd be something you could want, but I'd lose my ability to do so much good in the world...
Also this is about honesty and being open with you... because being open with you is doing what God would want but if I did there are things about me that would hurt you in my honesty, and working in the lab or for some noble cause instead of being with you is what God would want. Or is it what the Devil would want? It's a deal with the devil spend my life like that, and i guess helping people is what God would want, but neither are with you.