Like the living dead crawl through the soil
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To shake the death from weary souls
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Twilight cries as the sin within beats like
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A cold heart dying
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The living cringe as the end begins
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And the outdside air smells like a tomb
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The graveyard earth is thrown aside
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As futures crumble
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Let the rain begin
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The chaos calls through their broken, vacant eyes
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Our lives are lost
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Let the rain begin
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The ending sits as a king of rest and pain
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As lives are lost within the end
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Like the walking dead the move through the streets
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To shake the hope from fallen dreams
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Angels scream as the walls collapse to bury
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Unlived lifetimes
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Living Dead
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| Bella Morte |
