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The living dead are all I see, this man made grey society A funeral life in front of me, its futile joy my misery Bombs falling from the skies, starving children left to die Witnessed on a plasma screen, they care more for commodities Infestation of grey death - putrefaction everywhere Drudgery of the factory, funds material slavery A holiday beside the sea, some tickets for the lottery Can't escape this life of death, blindly racking up the debts Dreams are rotting you can't see, decomposing dignity Infestation of grey death - putrefaction fills the air On a pale horse ride across the sands death Barren wilderness, a soulless world bereft Corpses fill my eyes, I don't hallucinate Feeling terrified, anxious filled with hate I've seen the things I need to see, just took a long time to believe Days pass by as I walk slow into the ground, oh yes I know The reaper blessed me long ago, with the wisdom they don't know We're all dying it's plain to see, but some are gone long before me Infestation of grey death - putrefaction kills the air Infestation of grey death - putrefaction kills the air From Letras Mania