Cemetary 1213 - Union Of The Rats Lyrics

it's always finders keepers
this moves too slow
down with the crawly creepers
what you borrow you owe

- now here we go -

set the pace set the tone
the stangest thing
you've ever known
nothing left to die for
bitter seed sour grapes
the point from where
there's no escape
nothing left to die for

undead