| The living dead
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| Have started speaking and I can’t
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| Change their minds
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| So I won’t waste my time
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| Won’t surrender
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| But whatever mask they wear
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| On the outside
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| There’s a chill set in their spine
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| Once the battle begun
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| Make them thing that they won
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| See the non-thinking drones
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| The vampires sink their teeth in deep
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| But in the end
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| They’ll have to sleep alone
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| Seeing red
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| An automatic reflex void
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| Of opinion and it won’t
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| Make a difference
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| The living dead
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| When everyone’s distracted
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| Nothing in their minds
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| We’re just wasting our time
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| Once the battle begun
|
| Make them thing that they won
|
| See the non-thinking drones
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| The vampires sink their teeth in deep
|
| But in the end
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| They’ll have to sleep alone
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| And in your head the anger speaks
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| It’s like a cancer
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| In your heart the soul will weep
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| For what you had
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| Once the battle begun
|
| Make them thing that they won
|
| See the non-thinking drones
|
| The vampires sink their teeth in deep
|
| But in the end
|
| They’ll have to sleep alone
|
| Once the battle begun
|
| Make them thing that they won
|
| See the non-thinking drones
|
| The vampires sink their teeth in deep
|
| But in the end
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| They’ll have to sleep alone |