I can not break, I can not shake, I can not move, I'm getting sick
Zombies love with tattoo on his chest
Ask to have their last war
Wanting to keep his flag on the mast
In choosing to die or starve
Now shave their heads, take their weapons tomorrow
not need to ask please ask for a war
I'd rather stay behind and follow his footsteps
For if you fall
I'll know where not to tread
In choosing to die or starve
I do not choose to die, most choose to kill.
Rip throat, give shots and pills to kill
In choosing to die or starve
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