| The night of the living dead is upon us
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| The mist of the mountains has surrounded my mind now
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| And the beacons are lit
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| I believe that it’s something here
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| I believe that it’s something much too real
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| I believe what I feel, not what I see
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| I believe in the thing that’s haunting me
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| Taking my world knowing nothing’s there
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| Taking my world, nothing’s real
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| Always hear the words of killing, knowing I’m not him
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| This fight has made me to believe that I’m not me
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| The night of the living dead
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| Believes no nature
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| By the rise of the fist
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| You’ll live with it chains now
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| And the beacons are lit
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| I believe that it’s something here
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| No, No
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| I believe that it’s something much too real
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| No, No
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| I believe what I feel, not what I see
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| No, No
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| I believe in the thing that’s haunting me
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| By the rise of the fist
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| You’ll awaken the demons of the dead
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| Taking my world knowing nothing’s there
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| Taking my world, nothing’s real
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| Always hear the words of killing, knowing I’m not him
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| This fight has made me to believe that I’m not me
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| I believe what I feel, not what I see
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| I believe in the thing that’s haunting me
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| Broken down to the bones in me, the planets collide
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| I don’t know where to hide, to keep me alive
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| The takers of life
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| An attack of what is mine eating
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| The last of the bones
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| The birth of a new life
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| The wielder of knives
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| Not different from us all
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| The takers of life
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| Lurking on among us all
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| Go!
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| Taking my world knowing nothing’s there
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| Taking my world, nothing’s real
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| Always hear the words of killing, knowing I’m not him
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| This fight has made me to believe that I’m not me
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| I believe that it’s something here
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| I believe what I feel, not what I see |