They're standing, like skittles
They're going to do dirty works
Bring them deliverance
They won't pray or even light a candle
Their taken hands full of needles
There's no more result with painkillers
They're forgiven
They tried hard to struggle
But the master strikes harder
And he doesn't let them pass over
They're undead
They won't pray or even light a candle
Their taken hands full of needles
There's no more result with painkillers
They're forgiven
We are the living dead
We bend over the weight of fears
Those to see dying our spirits
We are the living dead
And if it's not the case for real
We count our wounds
They stare each other when sirens ring and strike
They stare each other when starving wild dogs bark
We are the living dead
We bend over the weight of fears
Those to see dying our spirits
We are the living dead
And if it's not the case for real
We count our wounds
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