A song about zombies...
Darlin' don't remind me. This just might be
Beyond repair, each day our last
Hand in hand, each night we
Fight for air over little more than that
Nothing belongs to this world anymore
But fire and blood, that beats in our hearts
And runs in our veins, where we pray that it stays
When nothing is sacred, nothing remains
Hit the lights, lock the doors
I'll never let you go
They say we're good for nothing but at least we're not alone
If I fall I'll hold them off
Don't turn around
I won't make a sound
It's only blood
This disease, this insatiable need
That crawls through our comfort and bites in our sleep
Running on empty since they've taken our young
Heavy from the loss of the lightest of us
For all that is holy, and all that remains
Begging for shelter from the blood and the rain
Ready your machetes and tend to your flames
Borrow what ammo you won't take to your graves
Hit the lights, lock the doors
I'll never let you go
They say we're good for nothing but at least we're not alone
If I fall I'll hold them off
Don't turn around
I won't make a sound
It's only blood
Oh the places we'll hide, from what once hid underneath
Bring a twitch to my eye, a new daily grind of the teeth
What I was before, how could I have known
If there's one thing left to live for, they can't hurt me anymore
Hit the lights, lock the doors
I'll never let you go
They say we're good for nothing but at least we're not alone
If I fall I'll hold them off
Don't turn around
I won't make a sound
It's only blood