| See them walking on the streets
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| The same streets you are walking
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| They push you around and waste your space
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| You hope that you have license to kill
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| You can not understand anything they say
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| Or where they are going to
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| Worthless life day by day
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| They only ruin your life
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| I only hope I can survive this
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| Or else I kill some of them
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| LIVING DEAD walking on the earth
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| Only wasting my time and space
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| Is there really anything to do
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| To stop them walking?
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| If you kill one
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| There shall be many
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| Its like Medusa’s head
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| Only thing you can really do
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| Is not to become like they are
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| Keep your thoughts as they are
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| Don’t listen to Their whining
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| Let the blood of the Dead bleed
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| Let the eternal silence come
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| Turn your rivers into wine
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| And I’ll turn rivers into Blood
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| Silence is the only thing I need
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| Total silence without any sound
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| Do I have to kill myself
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| To obtain total silence?
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| Slow Death is
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| The price you pay
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| For living such a wasted life
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| Eternal rot
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| In your grave
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| No one even knew
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| You were here |