Why am I so cold? Why am I searching for blood? This town is empty of flesh What am I doing here?
Memories fade, even angels forsake me Memories die, the thread of life is almost cut
Walking dead, alive outside but dead inside, see what I am Walking dead, the consciousness I left behind End of the game
My deepest thoughts, I knew there's no return I am starving, only my legs have still a purpose
You want to finish me Loaded gun and scornful look My last question Which one of us is the real hunter?
Memories fade, even angels forsake me Memories die, the thread of life is almost cut
Walking dead, living outside but dead inside, see what I am Walking dead, the consciousness I left behind End of the game
At the dawn of the new day, you will wake up With this faith which animates us You'll be the beast, nothing else
Now those guns no Longer have any purpose Your last question Which one of us is the prey of predator?
Memories fade, even angels forsake me Memories die, you've made of me such a Walking dead Walking dead Like a hunted beast I'm starving Walking deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
