Infected Rain - Walking Dead Lyrics
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Walking Dead
Walking Dead Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Walking Dead By Infected Rain?
What you seek is what you're going to find.
Be careful with what possesses you and your mind. You choose this hell you're living in. Now choose the world you want to stay in. You have to decide what to do With the time that was given to you. With your time! Carry on like the walking dead Or sober up and avoid the bad ending. Foolishness and ignorance are blinding you Can't you see that the drink is controlling you? You're ending your existence with your own hands Soon you'll be alone, no family, no friends. Look at me and tell me, are you ready? Have you cooled down? Is your heart steady? Stop self medicating your depression Suck it up and deal with your addictions. From the top of my lungs and the bottom of my heart, I'm screaming I'm begging, I'm begging you to stop! Stop! Stop falling down, you're digging your own grave People care for you, get out from your cave! Stop! You have to decide what to do With the time that was given to you. With your time! Carry on like the walking dead Or sober up and avoid the bad ending. Look at me and tell me, are you ready? Have you cooled down? Is your heart steady? Look at me and tell me, are you ready? Have you cooled down? Is your heart steady? |
Who Wrote Walking Dead By Infected Rain?
Elena Cataraga, Vadim Ojog
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What's The Duration Of The Walking Dead By Infected Rain?The duration of Walking Dead is 3:41 minutes and seconds. |
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