Tad Morose - Undead Lyrics
Empty shelves, hollow corridors A daunting smell, never felt beforeCompassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anywayA strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I forceThe needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on...Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turnsIt's not fair, it's not fair undead