Undead - Tad Morose
Written by：Tad Morose
Empty shelves
Hollow corridors
A daunting smell
Never felt before
Compassion breaking down
In time we lose ourselves
Anyway
A strange emteon
Hammer on
A strange emotion fill the air
The second seal
Cracked up unfair
I force
The needle through my spine
No savior burning fine
Hammer on
Still chained to the world
Oh our circle still turns
Round in round in
It's not fair
It's not fair
Undead
It's not fair
It's not fair
Undead
Still chained to the world
Our circle still turns
Now I turn to lern
Above
It's not fair
It's not fair
Undead
It's not fair
It's not fair
Undead
It's not fair
It's not fair
Undead
It's not fair
It's not fair
It's not fair
Undead