See them walking on the streets The same streets you are walking They push you around and waste your space You hope that you have license to kill You can not understand anything they say Or where they are going to Worthless life day by day They only ruin your life I only hope I can survive this Or else I kill some of them LIVING DEAD walking on the earth Only wasting my time and space Is there really anything to do To stop them walking? If you kill one There shall be many Its like Medusa's head Only thing you can really do Is not to become like they are Keep your thoughts as they are Don't listen to Their whining Let the blood of the Dead bleed Let the eternal silence come Turn your rivers into wine And I'll turn rivers into Blood Silence is the only thing I need Total silence without any sound Do I have to kill myself To obtain total silence? Slow Death is The price you pay For living such a wasted life Eternal rot In your grave No one even knew You were here