| All is dead in me, except my will to be
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| Living blood no longer feeds me
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| Need no sympathy, for the life of being dead
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| Of being eternally, I’m no stranger to this afterlife
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| There’s no puzzles, there’s no strife
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| Cause to me I’m real, and the things I feel
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| Are things you can’t even dream
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| Through the night a stalk, like a dead I walk
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| Have no clue what it is that is driving me
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| My nocturnal ways, seems to save me
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| Everything is black and white and grey
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| Like a vagabond, yet an undead one
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| Roaming the land 'til I feel that my race is run
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| Have no misery, of this life alone
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| No blood in my veins and feel that my heartbeats gone, uh!
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| If you talk the talk, learn to walk the walk
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| That’s a rule that you live and die by
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| That’s the rule I lived and died
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| If you talk the talk, learn to walk the walk
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| That’s a rule that you live and die by
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| That’s the rule I lived and died
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| All the things you fear, as the night draws near
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| That is the world, witch I choose to live
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| Where the nightmares are made, where the beasts
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| Under your bed have much lighter shade
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| In a human shell, this is not my hell, now I feel
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| I’m growing. |
| By dying, I’m knowing
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| When was I deceased, when was my release
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| Eternally thankful am I to death divine
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| If you talk the talk, learn to walk the walk
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| That’s a rule that you live and die by
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| That’s the rule I lived and died
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| If you talk the talk, learn to walk the walk
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| That’s a rule that you live and die by
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| That’s the rule I lived and died
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| Dead I walk, dead I walk |