| One injection, one infection
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| One injection and the dead are resurrected
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| One injection, one infectionm, feasting on the dead
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| Now there is nowhere left for me to run
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| The armies af the dead come
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| Breaking into my place
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| Their teeth tearing into my face
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| My blood’s now starting to drain
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| The changes have started in my brain
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| Awakening as one of them now, killing as I only know how
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| Staggering, wandering, bludgeoning, murdering, tearing, and feeding on tissue
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| and flesh
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| My insides and instincts are hungering and thirsting for people with which I can eat and infect
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| Smearing and smarming and coating whilst laughing my body and clothes in their
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| blood and their bite
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| Eating and munching on flesh is disgusting but hunger won’t go so I kill to survive
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| One by one the dead arise and stagger around looking for somewhere to feed
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| Our numbers grow as people change and start chewing on each other’s meat
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| Searching more for victims to gnaw and nibble on to get the strength that we need
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| Figthting to taste the few that remain before there’s nothing left to eat
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| Infected now there is nowhere else for them to left to run
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| Our army has gathered the undead have come
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| Breaking into their blocked off boarded up places
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| My teeth begin to tear away at their terrified faces
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| Warm feelings inside as their blood starts to drain
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| Their changes have started soon they’ll rise just the same
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| Hunting for food that’s not there like us in vain
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| One by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive
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| To many zombies not enough people left, we’ll have to move on or soon once
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| again we’ll all be dead
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| Searching more for victims to nibble for strenght, but we search and find no one left awake
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| To many zombies not enough people left, we’ll have to move on or soon once
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| again we’ll all be dead
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| Because one by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive
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| To many zombies not enough people left, we’ll have to move on or soon once
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| again we’ll all be dead |