Living Dead

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(Living) (dead)

(Living) living dead

There's the food, there's the bread

What more could I need?

It's in my head, I've heard it said

But still my spirit bleeds

I need life blood

I'm old enough to see the lies

The world is so confused

We play the game, it's called success

I'm thoroughly amused

I still need life blood

CHORUS

Ironic as it might seem to your head

Some people think they're alive

They're only living dead

I am a man, I'm made from dust

I breathe and live and die

And through the door painted by death

You're going to fail or fly

You need life blood

CHORUS

CHORUS

I am a man, I'm made from dust

I breathe and live and die