Oh, I'm as sharp as a coronous needle,
As I'm cold as a marble light,
Skin is harsh as [bad word] razor,
nightmare livin' in your mind.

Another page for the murderer's stories,
story that's filled up with terrible crimes,
dream of violent repetition,
desperado for your "Lord of the Flies".

 [bad word] 
You can't stop walking dead, it's [bad word] #33;
Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!

I've buried cold undead men in the graveyard,
grim priest at a funeral pyre,
So if I end up '6 deep' in the desert,
I guess I'll see you in the afterlife.

So I'm headed south, to the Devil's door,
I wanna turn the whole world around,
To how it was before.
Triple six is burnin', carvin' out my path,
Into the secret, that's gonna cure my past.

 [bad word] 
You can't stop walking dead, it's [bad word] #33;
Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!

How does it feel with your name on a tombstone, 
While you're surrounded by the livin' dead,
Some kind of curse hangin' over your shoulders,
I'll haunt you like a specter of regret. 

The bells are ringing for the end of the line now,
'Cause I got rowing right down to Styx,
But I don't care, I can kill anything,
With a gun and a knife and a [bad word] 

 [bad word] x2]
You can't stop walking dead, it's [bad word] #33;
Bad voodoo's livin' "deja vú"!