| Evil feeds
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| Residents like us
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| Residents like us
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| I walk corridors all night trying
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| To recall my former life from before my eyes
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| Were assaulted with all these debauched sights like
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| When the torchlight shines on the gore I find
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| Shoot a corpse in the face like four, five times
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| Thoughts are like tyrants that haunt my mind
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| There’s nothing bad with being scared of your own shadow
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| But keep a cool head or you could end up with no ammo
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| And if you end up with no ammo
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| You’ll end up no head on your own neck
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| Redder than an old Giallo
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| Suspiria, could this experience be eerier?
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| Delirium is setting in, this situation’s getting serious
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| But there’s a complication, God has left the conversation
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| Now all we’re left with is this mess of a zombie nation
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| But look on the bright side, it solved the overpopulation problem
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| So that copulation is a basic obligation
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| What’s that noise? |
| What’s that sound?
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| It’s coming for your blood and it’s not gonna back down
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| What’s that sound? |
| What’s that noise?
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| What kind of normal person ever does that voice?
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| What’s that rattling the handle of the door?
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| It’s shambling forward, getting back up off the floor
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| What’s that rumbling? |
| What’s that smell?
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| I’m either scared or need to be prepared, I just can’t tell
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| Evil feeds on residents like us
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| (What's that noise? What’s that sound?)
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| Evil feeds on residents like us
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| (What's that sound? What’s that noise?)
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| How am I gonna make it through a night like this?
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| Look what they did with a villainous virus
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| Evil feeds on residents like us (residents like us)
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| First day on the job, Kennedy’s taking on mobs
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| Like an artist, he draws blood all over the walls
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| Poppin' off shots, splittin' up jaws, press pause
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| Concoct an herbal remedy, a chemist from the start
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| So goes another lonely soul, she’s huntin' for the missing
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| Riding up on the misery of what is Raccoon City
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| Queen of the streets, mean, with a quarter tank of gasoline
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| Paranoia stacks and it fuels flames when the dead screams
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| Together, we must work a mission
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| I admit, it’s volatile, at its core, its composition
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| When a T turns to G, something evil chemically
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| Feeds like a leech, sucks the blood up out your meat
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| Move forward, maneuver, lookin' for clues in the sewers
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| But wickedness is swimmin' next to us, death is our future
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| We are the peaceful people gettin' hit with lethals
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| After all, we are the residents of evil
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| What’s that noise? |
| What’s that sound?
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| It’s coming for your blood and it’s not gonna back down
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| What’s that sound? |
| What’s that noise?
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| What kind of normal person ever does that voice?
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| What’s that rattling the handle of the door?
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| It’s shambling forward, getting back up off the floor
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| What’s that rumbling? |
| What’s that smell?
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| I’m either scared or need to be prepared, I just can’t tell
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| Evil feeds on residents like us
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| (What's that noise? What’s that sound?)
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| Evil feeds on residents like us
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| (What's that sound? What’s that noise?)
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| How am I gonna make it through a night like this?
|
| Look what they did with a villainous virus
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| Evil feeds on residents like us (residents like us)
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| What’s that noise? |
| What’s that sound?
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| It’s coming for your blood and it’s not gonna back down
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| What’s that sound? |
| What’s that noise?
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| What kind of normal person ever does that voice?
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| How am I gonna make it through a night like this?
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| Look what they did with a villainous virus
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| Evil feeds on residents like us (residents like us) |