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dead=1 - the living dead كلمات أغنية

fever claims its victims, snuffing life from countless hosts
but death’s not the end; they rise once more, now haunted specter ghosts
eyes vacant, lifeless, yet they walk with hunger burning bright
a grotesque rebirth in the dead of night, an unending, monstrous plight

loved ones reawakened, not as they were, but void of human grace
a single drive consumes them now—a hunger they must chase
from doors thеy stumble, a twisted horde, dеvouring all they see
a nightmare born from fevered death, an endless, ghastly spree

streets become a battleground, a place of ceaseless dread
screams echo from the homes where the newly risen tread
reality twists and fractures, a world turned dark and wild
familiar faces now monsters, both innocent and reviled

they are not dead
they are the living dead
they are not dead
they are the living dead

chaos reigns as nightmarish scenes play out beneath the moon
society’s fragile order crumbles, consumed by the doom
desperation fills the air, hope falters and retreats
the world succumbs to the breath of dread, as the virus completes

the apocalypse unfolds, a silent, ghastly scene
infected wander aimlessly, through cities left unseen
their grotesque forms shuffle ‘midst the ruins of our past
a world decayed, abandoned, where humanity won’t last
vehicles stand in crumpled rows, a graveyard of despair
the remnants of those trapped within, their souls lost to the air
streets once full of life now host empty sh_lls of dread
where the living find no refuge, among the countless dead

they are not dead
they are the living dead
they are not dead
they are the living dead

at night, the moans grow louder through the silent void they rise
a chorus of the d_mned, where endless hunger lies
the air reeks of death, a stench so incredibly stark
a grim reminder of the virus, leaving its indelible mark

the few survivors tread with care, in silence they must plot
navigating through the labyrinth, on paths that fear has wrought
but against the endless horde, their hope begins to break
the virus’s cruel crescendo, an end in horror’s wake

infected roam deserted streets, no end in sight, no cure
the world a silent wasteland, where only fear is pure
the virus reigns supreme, its dark victory won
humanity fades to shadows, beneath a dying sun

they are not dead
we are not dead
we are the living dead
they are the living dead
we are not dead
we are the living dead
they are not dead
we are not dead
we are the living dead
they are the living dead
we are not dead
we are the living dead

- dead1

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