A flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver

Not even a wicked man can serve Nothing inna Babylon nah work Watch the inequity have to get up and splurt Rome catch a fire cause deh Vatican thirst Nothing inna Babylon caan work Things get lock off and them a dead fi pure thirst Yow, desolation to the

I'm gonna hold my head up high before I'm dead in the dirt (I'm still standing here) I want a reason, I want an answer, I want a reason someday I want a reason, I want an answer, I want a reason What is the message What are the chances that I'll be

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

eat the weak! Fuck the flesh! Slit the throat! Consume the dead! lead: Nergal The all prophetic incantation I was here before the beginning came And I am the one to come after all myths and gods

Smoking in the dark cinema See the bad go down again And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades Oh, the thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to

Religious ways, lies controlling minds I walk among mortal beings, but I have died Grotesque, crippled, carved up carcass Evil controlling my mind The fear of dying expired of life, to vomit the soul I am dead within myself The end a beginning to a new

As I look up from the ground I see darkness all around It's a red night and I don't see any light And then a flat line, I'm fucking ready to die And I'm lost but can be found inside my mind And I'm lost but can be found up in the sky We all fall apart

Thug for Life I will be (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) A life of crime I will lead (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) This is the ballad of a dead

I’ll cover your eyes We are the walking dead I’ll cover the truth and you’ll realize Swallow the lies we’re fed We’re hanging by a thread And now I’m hating myself I’m hating myself I never should’ve shut you out Can anything bring us back to life