Walking Dead

People running in streets
Looking for a safe place

Begins the end of the world

Fallen souls rebirth
And rise from their graves
But now with new instincts
Animal blood doesn’t satisfy
They go to human hunt
It’s a disease, everybody’s infected
The walkers are blind
And every man have one inside

I can trust in the cure
The walking dead
Many ways to set you free
The walking dead

People are crawling in the streets
In search of their next piece of meat

Welcome to reality

Elevated souls die
And go to their graves
But now without insticts
Animal blood decomposes
He is the hunted
If it’s a disease everybody’s contamined
Men are blind
And every walker have one inside

I can trust in the cure
The walking dead
Many ways to set you free
The walking dead

I can trust in the cure
The walking dead
Many ways to set you free
The walking dead