Living Dead - UK Subs

Stop crying on my shoulder

I told you I don’t feel

My flesh to touch is cold

Your mind is mine to steal

We take what we want

No soul or heart to heed

No religion nor future

Just hungry mouths to feed

We are the dead

The living dead

On your flesh we are fed

The living dead

Don’t struggle in vain

Or put on your agony

Give up flesh and spirit

Let the undead set you free

Take what you want

And plunder humanity

No religion or future

Just hungry mouths to feed

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

We are the dead

The living dead

On your flesh we are fed

The living dead

We are the dead

The living dead

On your flesh we are fed

The living dead