| The fog infestin' the air, a bloody mess in the water
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| The hands rise up from the sand, they slowly come out from under
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| The darkest shore
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| Deep in the pens, this shit is a wreck
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| Gotta, gotta get the power on for defense
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| Rip, saw, shot one through multiple heads, yeah
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| Stuck in a hell that we knew never would end
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| Cuz I’m feelin' buzzed like a drug
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| Zombies come and I fuck 'em up
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| I’ve never had enough of the blood
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| I’ve never had enough of the blood
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| Every time they get a little bit closer, I think
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| 'Bout the time the darkest shore, the tides lowered, I sink
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| Can we break 'em up? |
| Can we break 'em down?
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| Zombies all around
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| Every time they get a little bit closer
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit closer (Closer)
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit closer (Closer)
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| So I head into the bunkers
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| Rip 'em up, this gun’s a wonder
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| Overlook, I bring the thunder
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| I bring the thunder
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| I bring the thunder
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| Decapitate them, frozen over
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| Take a minecart, goin' under
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| Through the tunnels, need a bomber
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| I need a bomber
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| I need a bomber
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| I can hear their footsteps
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| Undead rise again (They rise again)
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| The sword is swimming closer (Closer)
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| Will this ever end?
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| Every time they get a little bit closer, I think
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| 'Bout the time the darkest shore, the tides lowered, I sink
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| Can we break 'em up? |
| Can we break 'em down?
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| Zombies all around
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| Every time they get a little bit closer
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit closer (Closer)
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit closer (Closer)
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| Float in open water
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| The shores are always darker
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| (They float in open water)
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| The undead rise up from under
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| What did you wonder?
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| What would happen if you wandered onto the the dark shores?
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| The dark lord, where is the lost sword?
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| We search for, it’s hardcore in full form
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| In full force we move forward
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| In a war-torn world, we’re lost souls
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| Wonder how long we’ve been gone
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| Can anybody fucking bring us home?
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| Every time they get a little bit closer, I think
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| 'Bout the time the darkest shore, the tides lowered, I sink
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| Can we break 'em up? |
| Can we break 'em down?
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| Zombies all around
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| Every time they get a little bit closer
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit closer (Closer)
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit
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| Every time they get a little bit closer (Closer) |