People running in streets Looking for a safe place Begins the end of the world Fallen souls rebirth And rise from their graves But now with new instincts Animal blood doesn’t satisfy They go to human hunt It’s a disease, everybody’s infected The walkers are blind And every man have one inside I can trust in the cure The walking dead Many ways to set you free The walking dead People are crawling in the streets In search of their next piece of meat Welcome to reality Elevated souls die And go to their graves But now without insticts Animal blood decomposes He is the hunted If it’s a disease everybody’s contamined Men are blind And every walker have one inside I can trust in the cure The walking dead Many ways to set you free The walking dead I can trust in the cure The walking dead Many ways to set you free The walking dead