The Bleeding
CHRIS BARNES, JACK OWEN
Bleeding
Slicing through the flesh
A knife stuck in your neck
Stabbing out your eyes
Cutting through the spine
Blood burning through my veins
We have risen from the grave
Live, life
Dead for years, now alive
The dead came to life
Dead creatures out for blood
After death we will awaken
Unhuman beings from beyond
Rotting zombies out for blood
Bleed, bleed
Bleeding through my pores
Clotted pus, crusts my skin
My body cold but I live on
Bleeding
The dead awaken, living rotten
Rotten living dead
Slicing through the flesh
A knife stuck in your neck
Stabbing out your eyes
Cutting through the spine
Blood burning through my veins
We have risen from the grave
Live, life, dead