Living Dead

They come from six feet under
But think they´re heaven sent
No matter where they landed
They are everywhere

Because they´re not able
To create their own thoughts
They eat others thinking
No one must be out

Can´t you hear the nails falling from their graves
It sounds like a procesion in the cemetery
How could they all wake from their serial cases
in an empty way

Now they are extended here and there
there are more like them than like you
They are always wellcomed everywhere
Now you are the strange to be fought

Like the light and the dark of times
They were always there like a stone
Like they existed before you came
There´ll be many more when you´ll be gone

As the night pulls the day´s heat down
There´ll always be a reason to resist
As they try to put me down
I grow stronger; My real me

Don´t worry about any of those lifeless men
They dance out there like they were living dead