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All these bodies lay around me while I try to find my way All these people keep on running from a night turned a mistake Everybody keeps on calling for a hero to appear But this evil that runs through us just won't f---ing disappear Surprise! The hope you trusted has now fallen into despair, it's broken We all turned into cattle which is really no surprise Now the night has fallen and it's time for the spirits of the Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the Take this cross and shove it in your pocket Everything you've loved has been burned, it's rotten How could you not see this coming from a mile away? When will you ever learn from your mistakes? Time has always been against you so by now it's no surprise Your ego went against you now you'll pay the final price Don't you ever say you weren't warned Because we all know the night belongs to the spirits of the Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the Take this cross and shove it in your pocket (It's the, it's the, it's the spirits of the dead) Take this cross and shove it in your pocket (It's the, it's the, it's the spirits of the dead) Take this cross and shove it in your pocket (It's the, it's the, it's the spirits of the dead) Take this cross and shove it in your pocket (It's the, it's the, it's the spirits of the dead) Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead It's the spirits of the
Writer(s): Rigoberto Jose Diaz, River Huxley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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