gods are serving bound and bound like an eagle round it s prey the dead zone zombies roam out for the soul huge battle axe causing pain in the dead zone souls are forgotten where they forever roam terrordome desolate echoes remember this is home taking devils hold the rebel s sure to rep it til they carve his name in stone i m trekkin through the desert still in search of any life i ve turned in many nights there is rumors of survivors still no trace of them in sight my mental as my guide i m trapped in total darkness still i could see regardless cause there s fire in my eyes like the house of a 1 000 corpses your bound to get bound and tortured down with your crown and fortress zombies surround the porches solomon grundy central who s going through the window our fate is still in limbo skull and bones that is the symbol and no one will report this cause vultures they ate the sources rifles in the hand like al qaeda forces they blazing torches let s get it cracking nomadic traveler always packing just keep an eye out cause anything could happen  walk straight but don t walk late just waiting to destroy how delightful walk straight but don t walk late as the rebels set up camp they were being watched zombieland waited to kill him not with the shottie blast undead cut off the head burn the body fast pray to god we last they ll damn another victim we ll just wait for dawn to pass but for now play our position daybreak me 7 es chose to stay awake silhouette appears through the trees i see a stranger face they say stay away don t fall into a trap and now he running straight this way no time for falling back yeah murder by metal axes certain like death and taxes versatile weapons caches no mercy reverend the baptist we light a book of matches no one could catch us dozin we got our focus frozen german shepherds they opposin zombies are jaded supernaturally reanimated out for blood and guts and every cut leaves you contaminated and those infected hunt the uninfected while we in a bunker saying come and get it rummaging through melee weapons now keep it calm wielding maces and police batons most our people gone walking dead with bloody sneakers on fuck it s too late to free em rage virus ozzie guillen omega men they call us last of the human beings interpret this is as a metaphor for true mcing only a few remain the rest won t use their brain ready aim jugular vein they ll bite anything insane the dead zone is the same how interesting but they always throw in a body in the dead zone walk straight but don t walk late 
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