First were born and then we die
and in between most of us spent all our time cryin
once we were blind but now we can see
it feels good to be a zombie
(NOW I SEE THERES NOTHING TO GET IN AND NOTHING TO GET OUT OF, IT'S THAT SIMPLE!)
we move slow cuz there's no need to run
besides what's the point of runnin when its love that you're runnin from
life was a jail and we found the key
in the bite of a zombie
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