The Living Dead

The Living Dead

The sky is turning red
And I am the walking dead
But please don't cry for me
In some ways I'm finally free

My skin has turned an awful grey
My nights just blend with my days
It's no use putting me down
I've already been buried underground.

I am the living dead. The living dead.
I am the living dead. The living dead.

My mind is a thoughtless mess.
But my legs are doing their best.
My eyes have lost all their life
And my teeth, well, they cut like a knife.

And it's all because of you
that I see my friends as food.
I just want to cure this disease.
Why don't you let me rest in peace?

I am the living dead. The living dead.
I am the living dead. The living dead.
We are the living dead. The living dead.