Living Dead

Stop crying on my shoulder I told you I don’t feel My flesh to touch is cold Your mind is mine to steal We take what we want No soul or heart to heed No religion nor future Just hungry mouths to feed We are the dead The living dead On your flesh we are fed The living dead Don’t struggle in vain Or put on your agony Give up flesh and spirit Let the undead set you free Take what you want And plunder humanity No religion or future Just hungry mouths to feed Yeah, yeah yeah yeah We are the dead The living dead On your flesh we are fed The living dead We are the dead The living dead On your flesh we are fed The living dead