I Am the Undead - The Five Hundred

I move amongst the living

Their eyes and mouths swirls around me

Drifting through doors

Like blue smoke and red mist

Violated by breathing

Fornicating

Her sour bloodstream makes me wretch

Immersed in a warm bath of chemicals

High and wide glass walls

Look down on rows of crowded towers

I AM THE UNDEAD

I AM THE UNDEAD

A field of grey tombstones

Broken columns and spires

A collection of monuments to the vanity of man

Her sour bloodstream makes me wretch

Immersed in a warm bath of chemicals

High and wide glass walls

Look down on rows of crowded towers

I AM THE UNDEAD

I AM THE UNDEAD

My rotten soul will rise up

To claim this world of yours

My rotten soul will rise up

And claim it all

There is no mercy

From the black hole within my eyes

There is no escape

I AM THE UNDEAD

My rotten soul will rise up

To claim this world of yours

My rotten soul will rise up

And claim it all