| Terrified, of what’s on the outside
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| This infection takes all of the life
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| That we used to love
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| The dead are knocking at my fucking door!
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| The adrenaline inside me
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| Fueling the blood inside my veins
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| My mind is racing, hands are shaking
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| I must fight, I will survive
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| We dine with death tonight!
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| The infection’s taken all we’ve loved
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| and burned it to the ground
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| and now we lurk in the dark because we’re lving in hell!
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| Our safe haven, pulled into a crypt
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| by the mindless sea of bodies
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| this rotting stench, this dripping flesh
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| this puddle of blood that drenches
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| My inocence, my innocence is ruined
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| My inner sense is grotesque
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| We dine with death tonight!
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| The infection’s taken all we’ve loved
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| and burned it to the ground
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| and now we lurk in the dark because we’re lving in hell!
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| Sick and putrified, this is genocide
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| we are all living in hell
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| Off with their heads!
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| They’re tearing him apart
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| limb by limb
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| and now I’m screaming,
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| You should’ve stayed in the morgue bitch!
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| Rest in pieces
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| The infection’s taken all we’ve loved
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| and burned it to the ground
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| and now we lurk in the dark because we’re lving in hell!
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| 'Cause we’re living in hell!
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| We’re all
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| living in hell
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| You should’ve stayed in the morgue bitch! |