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One day the day will dawn
Upon tides of living dead
And corpses on our lawn
Will each raise their rotting head
And rise and stumble forth
To eat the brains of Earth.
Delicious…
And you, my heart and soul
My sweet love and paramour
Will help me barricade
All the windows and the door,
Get the shotguns loaded
So heads can be exploded
All over!
We’ll shoot them with rockets.
As they trudge on fetid feet
They’ll stare with empty sockets
As they search for meat to eat.
We’ll kill all that we can
While living off of spam.
Nutritious…
And when the zombies come
And there's nowhere left to hide
And nowhere left to run
I know you’ll be at my side
With M-16 in hand
To make our final stand
Together.
Upon tides of living dead
And corpses on our lawn
Will each raise their rotting head
And rise and stumble forth
To eat the brains of Earth.
Delicious…
And you, my heart and soul
My sweet love and paramour
Will help me barricade
All the windows and the door,
Get the shotguns loaded
So heads can be exploded
All over!
We’ll shoot them with rockets.
As they trudge on fetid feet
They’ll stare with empty sockets
As they search for meat to eat.
We’ll kill all that we can
While living off of spam.
Nutritious…
And when the zombies come
And there's nowhere left to hide
And nowhere left to run
I know you’ll be at my side
With M-16 in hand
To make our final stand
Together.
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Duch
Czasami wciąż za tobą tęsknię
I mały podskok serca wznieca nadzieję
Że może gdzieś tam jesteś
W otchłani elektronicznych bzdur
Wpatruję się zmęczonymi oczami w ekran
Wierząc w nieistniejący mit
Że wciąż możemy dzielić sekrety
Wiem że to ja zatrzasnęłam drzwi
Ale to ty wepchnąłeś mi w dłoń kłódkę
Byłeś duchem z innego wymiaru
Nic nie dającym i nic nie oczekuj
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Quiet girl, riot girl. A rebel, a tragedy.
I’m the wild ride, the adventure, the challenge. I’m the girl he wants to know all about until he goes too far and I’m no longer real.
I’m the manic depressive pixie dream girl with a tragic end.
I’m not his type but he goes after me anyway because my wild eyes, wild hair, wild life, wild thoughts.
Oh look, I’ve got an attitude. Screaming at the world, fuck the system, tongue as sharp as a knife attitude. Middle fingers, swearing at everyone, bit
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Hollow.
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Her lips were two dead roses. Once, there had been colour there. Youth, life. Now, the blossoms had withered, leaving only two white husks to remain. Barely there, she was a ghost, a spectre of her former self, all the years of bitterness and hatred and pain bleaching away her beauty.
A sheet of sorrow, akin to a shroud, was the black veil that frosted over her
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Now that's love. Which one will let the other one eat his/her brains once the other one is turned?