I've always wondered what you're doing here. Like corpse-less coffins in the ground. Flawless hand-carved lumber. Free of death, free of deterioration
With blood on your hood and flesh in your grill, You don't fool yourself, But as fast as you drive, You trick the rest. YOU ARE FAKE. All eyes on you
whoa oh oh oh whoa oh whoa oh stumble in somnambulance so pre-dawn corpses come to life armies of the dead surviving armies of the hungry ones only-ones
And hit the streets With these dirty vocal chords That will never be in key These empty streets and dreams You're not there looking for me Walking dead
And then we back them down Soulbound-human heid Walking in the shadow of hell At the hands of a sadist Cast into pandemic years Into utter night Into
love real hip hop And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop Drop presidents among me and my own folk And let that bullshit walk among the past
head and never com-ing home [Aceyalone] Trapped up in your thoughts, caught up in the web Hiding in your head amongst the living dead.. ("Break it down
the chance and they never will Forever doomed as I wonder why Dead bodies walking coffins Caged souls locked in prisons They might forget, but still unforgiving Fearless zombies walk among
fire will wrap around And cover what's left in this city As the dead will walk the earth! We are the dead, come burn away We are the dead, this is our
this world They need to be stopped before they grow strong A world without knockers and one problem is gone Door to door they walk and walk Spreading
spec with a dead yetti on the roof rack, and miscreants will rubberneck jalopy euthanasia which will later be regretted when it?s your turn for cremation, and i walk
Misanthropia the myth of love is dead, Feel like being not understood, god, I wish you fucking could, visit my island of sorrow, love today, hate tomorrow Walking among
towards the light Among the strong Stumbling towards the light We're like the dead, we're like the dead We moan mournfully like doves (We're like the dead
're bought At a price, honor Lonely as an east target Faces with anger and The panic spreads It's almost quick But they move Lethargic We walk among The living dead
get off of his chest Bob Marley will be disturbed from his rest Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate Can't work a dead
I walk among dead Reality unfolds in red Souls fall like rain Now face the darkest of days Final genocide way The price all must pay Daylight dies Beginning
Burning candles and herbs Mixing oak, ash and thorn, forming the sign of the horns As it is and must be Among the masses we walk, revealed only by our
another contender There's 100's of niggas Dead left under the river From the days of slaves To hurricanes in Orleans See my people's grapes floatin' amongst
