Day Of The Dead - Project Deadman

They say that when there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth

This is the Day of the Dead

Nothin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead

They say there’s no rest for the wicked it’s the day of the dead

They say that life is self inflicted on the day of the dead

The devil disguised himself as God it’s the day of the dead

Enslaved in chains we walk the earth in search of happiness

Eternal bliss coincides with peace on earth and no conflicts

Think about this life that you call hell and all those things it means

Inside your mind is where you find them screams and broken dreams

Last rights, tell all these people how you livin

Call it Karma, 10 fold, some out to call it sinnin

Despite your belief, 3 sixes are the mark of the beast

The dead increase, PROJECT: DEADMAN walks among the deceased

Bodies crawlin from mud, victoms tainted with blood

Murder victims ressurected from shallow graves in the woods

You thoughts you had it all figured out

When you was young and though you’d never see the day that you faded out!

But it’s upon us, like prophecies of Nostradamus

Truth hurts when it’s honest, death and disease is chronic

Day of the dead, bloodshed, don’t be misled

Don’t be afraid of the shadow that’s cast apon your death bed!

Nothin to fear but your religion (on the day of the dead)

Controls you, you judge, and then you murder (it's the day of the dead)

The evil upon you is what you’re preachin (on the day of the dead)

The hatred towards others is what you’re teachin (it's the day of the dead)

Ravens circle above the sky turns green

45 seconds of life, try to figure out what the fuck it means

Afixiation of your soul emerged in misery

Trying to find someone to blame for life’s conspiracies

(Judgement) (it is upon us) (Judgement) it is ahead

Judgement, it is the device that’s built inside your head

Self destruction or self afliction?

fact or fiction?

Emaculate conception… or Chrtists crucifiction?

Your eyes bleed, on bent knees you pray

2 worlds collide like suicide… the crossroads you lay

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

Rest in Peace mother fucker confession will make your skull crush!