He's a xombie after a life of fire and burning
Let loose in their soft beings with a hunger
Those yet living scream in fear and fleeing
But that xombie still lived, he'd never died
Torn by horror, survived all things hurting
Stood alone, with a heart beat like thunder
So ugly and frightening, he just was being
And those who never felt pain, died inside
They never knew what it'd took to endure
Never knew pain that drives you forward
The xombie was being honest, not hiding
The life still left behind was horror, pure
But no one cared to ask, nor to seek
They ran away, refusing him to heal
In fleeing the prejudices revealed
Humans hate anyone different
Whoever they really are inside
Whatever they wish they'd be
Themselves most of all
