Go!
The night of the living dead is upon us
The mist of the mountains has surrounded my mind now
And the beacons are lit
I believe that it's something here
I believe that it's something much too real
I believe what I feel, not what I see
I believe in the thing that's haunting me
Taking my world knowing nothing's there
Taking my world, nothing's real
Always hear the words of killing, knowing I'm not him
This fight has made me to believe that I'm not me
The night of the living dead
Believes no nature
By the rise of the fist
You'll live with it chains now
And the beacons are lit
I believe that it's something here
No, No
I believe that it's something much too real
No, No
I believe what I feel, not what I see
No, No
I believe in the thing that's haunting me
By the rise of the fist
You'll awaken the demons of the dead
Taking my world knowing nothing's there
Taking my world, nothing's real
Always hear the words of killing, knowing I'm not him
This fight has made me to believe that I'm not me
I believe what I feel, not what I see
I believe in the thing that's haunting me
Broken down to the bones in me, the planets collide
I don't know where to hide, to keep me alive
The takers of life
An attack of what is mine eating
The last of the bones
The birth of a new life
The wielder of knives
Not different from us all
The takers of life
Lurking on among us all
Go!
Taking my world knowing nothing's there
Taking my world, nothing's real
Always hear the words of killing, knowing I'm not him
This fight has made me to believe that I'm not me
I believe that it's something here
I believe what I feel, not what I see
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