Текст песни ZaKToMsK - Литерал The Walking Dead

Gray city.
Not to be seen in the neighborhood.
The lonely truck is bored.
And only the dead are occasionally awakened by hunger.
Their time has come.
And ours has long been in the past.
Bloody carnage outside the windows.
Life has receded.
Death comes meticulously!
Dead look! And thoughts are hazy.
But he can no longer feel the wounds.
The cannibal's lot is a primitive instinct.
He's just a victim. Fate battered.
Rags of hanging dead skin.
They look like the leaves of a withered tree.
Gait is like a doll.
But the puppeteer is not sober.
The nodes are unreliable.
He wandered over to the table at dusk.
Dinner is fresh, not cold.
Lucky today.
After all, meat is his Vicodin.
The mouth is full of blood and pain.
But everything is so calm.
And only the glare of fire.
So nervously dancing in agony
But a little time will pass.
And he will find his paradise.
Fly to heaven.
Soul, disappear from the Earth.