Dora Maar. Other. Save The Pity We Want Brains. Zeneszám

This night is fire to wake the dead
And you fuel the flame
If you plan on living, you should run
Keep running faster
Don't look back for anything
You cannot kill that which is already dead

You know it's begun when you turn on yourself
Imagine the betrayal
And you can't trust the loved ones you've had
Don't ever take a chance with the undead
Aim for the head
Resort to your instinct as they will resort to this
Feed the hunger, your pity
We want brains

You'll never take us alive

Sunrise brings new meanings of pain
I can't sleep, and they don't need
They stop at nothing
Their numbers are still growing

Watch your hopes get dismembered
Like those who fell behind us
Ripped from limb to limb
There's no fighting this infection
It spreads like the rumor that we have a fighting chance

No feelings, no heart
Just starving for something living
The horror is real
Extinction is coming morning

I paniced when I saw that the tears were not falling from your eyes
As I thrust this blade into the place that used to be your heart
I'm running from all of this ungrateful horror
I can't keep going, why don't you just die

No feelings, no heart
Just starving for something living
The horror is real
Extinction is coming morning