文本歌词

Dead Zone - Czarface
"Gods are serving bound and bound like an "
"Huge battle axe causing pain"
In the dead zone souls are forgotten
Where they forever roam
Terrordome desolate echoes remember this is home
Taking devils on
The Rebel's sure to rep it 'til
They carve his name in stone
I'm trekkin' through the desert still in search of any life
I've turned in many nights
There's rumors of survivors no trace of them in sight
My mental as my guide
I'm trapped in total darkness
Still I could see regardless
Cause there's fire in my eyes
Like the House of a 1 000 Corpses
Your bound to get bound and tortured
Down with your crown and fortress
Zombies surround the porches
Solomon Grundy central
Who's going through the window
Our fate is still in limbo
Skull and crossbones is the symbol
And no one will report this cause vultures
They ate the sources
Rifles in the hand like Al Qaeda forces
They blazing torches
Not scared to act
A nomadic traveler always packing
Just keep an eye out cause anything could happen
"Walk straight but don't walk late"
"Just waiting to destroy"
"How delightful"
"As the rebels set up camp they were being watched"
Zombieland waited to kill him
Not with the shottie blast
Undead cut off the head burn the body fast
Pray to god we last
They'll damn another victim
We'll just wait for dawn to pass
But for now play our position
Daybreak me 7 Es chose to stay awake
Silhouette appears through the trees
I see a stranger face
Stay away don't fall into a trap
And now he running straight this way
No time for falling back
Yeah
Murder by metal axes
Certain like death and taxes
For in our weapons caches
No mercy reverend the baptist
We light a book of matches
No one could catch us dozin'
We got our focus frozen
German Shepherds they opposin'
Zombies are jaded and supernaturally we animated
Out for blood and guts and every cut that you contaminated
And those infected hunt the uninfected while we in a bunker
Saying come and get it
Rummaging through melee weapons
Now keep it calm wielding maces and police batons
Most our people gone
Walking dead with bloody sneakers on
F**k it's too late to free 'em
Rage virus Ozzie Guillen
Omega men they call us last of the human beings
Picture that this is the metaphor of true MCing
Only a few remain the rest won't use their brain
Ready aim jugular vein
They'll bite anything insane
The dead zone is the same
"How interesting"
"But they always throw in a body"
"In the dead zone"
"Walk straight but don't walk late"