Open wounds, starts decomposing
Infected flesh turning gray
Waking up, infected by the virus
Slowly turning dead
Reanimate the already deceased
I smell the human flesh vomiting
My guts on the ground, my body feels no peace
My body feels no peace
In my blood a terrible disease
What will I become
Immortal butcher, unstoppable force
You cannot kill what I am
Cannot stop the hunger for flesh
Blood of the living
It tastes so fresh
A sadistic lust for blood
I am filth, I am dread
I am the walking dead
I am filth, I am dread
I am the walking dead
Condemned
I realize my fate
Found a way to stay alive
I eat human flesh
Morbid hunger
Stripped off skin
Blood-soaked victims
Torn off limbs
Can't control my appetite
Cannot stop the hunger for flesh
Blood of the living, it tastes so fresh
A sadistic lust for blood
I am filth, I am dread
I am the walking dead
I am filth, I am dread
I am the walking dead
Condemned
I realize my fate
Found a way to stay alive
I eat human flesh
Walking dead
Walking dead
Walking dead
Writer(s): Andreas Axelsson, Jonas Hans Magnusson, Mikael Wassholm, Mika Hendrik Lagren, Jan Erik Ivarsson, Roberth John Flip Karlsson
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