Tad Morose - Undead lyrics

rate me

Empty shelves, hollow corridors A daunting smell, never felt before

Compassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anyway

A strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I force

the needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on...

Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turns

It's not fair, it's not fair undead