At twelve o'clock I begin to pray for dawn. Dan the gunsmith blowing in dead brains. There are zombies everywhere. Thank you for being alive.       The brain is a cancer. As the days go by. I feel closer to you. I feel closer to death too. Thank you for being alive.       My mainline eaten away. Could I lie and feel satisfied? Could I brake down the walls? Show me the meaning of sound. Thank you for being alive.       Solitude is pain. Loving's like a dream. Like a memory too. Thank you for being alive.