Dead but not ready to die, its just an average day

Im not ready to die not ready to lay down not ready to die NOT READY TO DIE Yet all around i see darkness coming And something is mystically brewing My death is set the fate not my choice Hollow they rot and spill an average day Im not ready to die Im not ready to fall not ready to die NOT READY TO DIE All around the dead faces stare point and laugh But I've seen those eyes before the eyes of dead fish At least my death was not of my choosing Dead fish living in human flesh invade on an average day But im not ready to die im not ready to falter not ready to die IM NOT READY TO DIE Falling down keeling over they're all around me What has this society come to? Disease breeds Im all alone in the hope to live for something more Cultivating death life goes on just an average day im not ready to die im not ready to burn Jesus im not ready to die NOT READY TO DIE Can lives be saved? can death be overthrown Who could heal us dead now you upon a throne? Meds ive tried do not heal they cope but do not feel I miss them all im dying dying dead just an average day