Remains Songtext
von Re-Volts

In a perfect world you could
Make some kind of sense
Of the catastrophe that′s
Happening over the fence
The bodies look like yours
But their eyes are impure
And their skin is turning grey
The flyboy leaves tonight joined
After Peter sets the people of 107 free
When there's no more room in hell
Re-animate the cold remains And they stagger to the marketplace
He got bit last week the
Infection is getting bad
He told Peter he don′t wanna
Be walking around like that
The shopping center is a trap
The undead fight over the
Bloody scraps
I think one bit me
And there's no more room in hell