LIVING DEAD


Stop crying on my shoulder 
I told you I don’t feel 
My flesh to touch is cold 
Your mind is mine to steal 
We take what we want 
No soul nor heart to heed 
No religion nor future 
Just hungry mouths to feed 

 We are the dead 
 The living dead 
 On your flesh we are fed 
 The living dead 

Don’t struggle in vain 
Or put on your agony 
Give up flesh and spirt 
Let the undead set you free 
Take what you want 
And plunder humanity 
No religion nor future 
Just hungry mouths to feed 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
We are the dead 
The living dead 
On your flesh we are fed 
The living dead 

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