Текст песни Miracle Of Sound - The dead don't shuffle (they run)

We got a hell of problem We got a hell of a mess Caught in the glare of the cold dead stare Do ya think that you can handle the stress? Green flu in my nostrils Don't move away from the pack Immunity to the sickness is not Immunity to attack Panic stricken, petrified We take the horde on side by side Cause the dead don't shuffle They run Dash through streets of slaughter clutching my gun Cause the dead don't shuffle They run We hesitate for just one flash and we're done We got a hell of a blessing It's turned into a curse We're scared stiff and they're everywhere I dunno if this could get any worse I'm overwhelmed and I'm anxious Panic pounds in my head I didn't fight for my life just to spend it Running away from the dead Panic stricken, petrified We take the horde on side by side Cause the dead don't shuffle They run Dash through streets of slaughter clutching my gun Cause the dead don't shuffle They run We hesitate for just one flash and we're done Runnin' for your lives Blood rush to the head Don't leave me here alone now Don't leave me for dead AAAAAAAAAAARGGHHGH Cause the dead don't shuffle They run Dash through streets of slaughter clutching my gun Cause the dead don't shuffle They run We hesitate for just one flash and we're done Let it go
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