I view the world with a righteous soul.
The others walk the earth, hollow bodies.
Stuck between realities.
You can't run. You can't hide. In a world. Where the dead all rise.
Will this virus course through my veins.
(What's in my veins?)
This raging fever comes for us all.
Consuming all I have inside.
Is there any hope at all?
Will the living walk again?
Each and ever day I wonder why.
What kind of curse has plagued us.
Watching all my loved cry as these monsters stalk and terrorize.
All will die, no longer will I see a living soul.
All shall rise, hell has overflowed with time.
All shall die, no longer will I see a living soul.
All shall rise, hell has overflowed with time.
Will this virus course through my veins?
Our fallen world, this sickness is spreading.
(What's in my veins?)
There's a virus in these veins.
No matter where I go it follows.
The world itself rots away.
The scent of corpses haunts the air.
This world crawls with a story told nightmare.
It haunts survivors night to night.
If all the dead are put to rest.
I'll always know its still in my veins. see less

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