Running through the streets of an empty town Gotta find some brains, gotta hunt them down All the people I have found has since long time been dead Praying for a brain, for my daily bread
The hunt - The greed - To feast - To feed
Where have the living gone? Where are their juicy brains? I look to the sun - I'm slowly going insane
Empty streets laugh into my face I feel like I'm trapped in a giant maze Brain FrenzyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.