UK Subs Living Dead

Stop crying on my shoulder
I told you I don't feel
My flesh to touch is cold
Your mind is mine to steal

We take what we want
No soul nor heart to heed
No religion nor future
Just hungry mouths for feed

We are the dead
The living dead
On flesh we are fed
The living dead

Don't struggle in vain
Or put on your agony
Give up flesh and spirit
Let the undead set you free

We take what we want
And plunder humanity
No religion nor future
Just hungry mouths for feed