"Advanced Psychotonic Flesh Dismemberment Project" lyrics
Fulci & Talpah Lyrics
"Advanced Psychotonic Flesh Dismemberment Project"
The streets are desolate and hungry, I see pestilence
I don't remember this fuckin' place, only death is real
A pungent smell from the cellar, I feel silent laments
I can't believe all this shit, death is here
Walking corpses spread the plague
Virus spread through the bites of the dead
The time of dead has come tonight
The living dead are among us
The lament of the dead is not in my fuckin' head
I open the door and embrace the darkness
I see copses crawling, fucking, licking, biting
I will fight until the end of the dead's return
The streets are desolate and hungry, I see pestilence
I don't remember this fuckin' place, only death is real
This fuckin' place is my town, I will fight the dead
Zombie Slam Squad is back in town against the living dead
Walking corpses spread the plague
Virus spread through the bites of the dead
The time of dead has come tonight
The living dead are among us
The lament of the dead is not in my fuckin' head
I open the door and embrace the darkness
I see copses crawling, fucking, licking, biting
I will fight until the end of the dead's return
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