||Rock - Heavy Metal, Rock - Hard Rock
||Fast (151 - 170)
|| Irate, Disturbed
|| Movies, Fear
In this wasteland of the walking dead,
the primal urges that control the head,
force on you, a hunger that has to be fed,
through violent actions and a mess of blood shed.
Spreading the disease becomes your primary goal,
erasing all humanity where ever you go.
It's the common thread that we now share,
the empty gaze of a cold, dead stare.
Brains, Brains!, Brains!!, BRAINS!!
Civilized man is a thing of the past,
as the number of the infected are growing fast.
The dead are now consious, emballed and unfree,
and the ones who once loved you, now run and flee.
'Cause it's run or be eaten, you're the food for the dead,
and we're gonna eat your brains right out of your head.
It's the only thing that makes the pain go away,
while we wait for our judgement day.
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