| The sign says «Everything's dead inside»
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| Stay out or you’ll be the next to die
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| Bodies stacked up in piles for cremation
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| Smells so bad like the armpit of Satan
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| It’ll make you sick with disease
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| Spreads so quickly, its not picky
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| On the old, its so cold
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| Kills you from within after seeping through your skin
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| The terror’s inside try and close your eyes
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| Turn blood red with the rage that hides
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| Deep down bury, you’re gonna need a shovel
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| Dig yourself out a
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| Stack up all the rations, shotguns blasting
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| Body armor to protect bites when they’re clashing
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| Dead when you’re passing once were alive
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| Now they prey on the flesh of the living to survive
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| Dead like me…
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| Who wants to live forever?
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| Fuck living being dead’s much better
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Dead like me…
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| Who wants to live forever?
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| Fuck living being dead’s much better
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Run run! |
| This ain’t fun
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| Get your shells in your shotgun, the days begun
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| No time for sun
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| stretching deads catching up
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| On your heals now while your luck gets stuck
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| Move too slow overrun by the mob
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| Now they’re picking off your flesh like a human on the cob
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| Dead hands pull and tear out your chest
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| So when they are finally turning there ain’t much left
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| Walking down the street with intestines dragging
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| You’re one of us now get food stop nagging
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| Not bragging we outnumber the living
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| So every one person to us is Thanksgiving
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| Dead like me…
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| Who wants to live forever?
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| Fuck living being dead’s much better
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Dead like me…
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| Who wants to live forever?
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| Fuck living being dead’s much better
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Stumble on the streets filled with bodies falling
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| The taste of your flesh is all we ever wanted
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| Feed the cravings just to pacify
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| The hungers so deep that a snickers couldn’t satisfy
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| Its not the blood we’re after we ain’t vampires
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| Its the brains and the flesh we desire
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| Cut it up, carve it up, tear it from the bone
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| Human vultures and we rarely eat alone
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| Dead like me…
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| Who wants to live forever?
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| Fuck living being dead’s much better
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Dead like me…
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| Who wants to live forever?
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| Fuck living being dead’s much better
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance
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| Lets wake the dead up and dance |