March of the Dead

THIS GUN'S POINTED Straight For Your Head I Swear To God I'll Shoot It The Dead Will Walk Like A Wave Of Hell I'm Locked And Loaded (I'M LOCKED AND LOADED) And Blood Will Fill The Streets Nevermind That Smell Of Death (Nevermind That Smell Of Death)

The dead is in the march They're soldiers in the dark They mourn the living, regret our sinning Their bombs are roaring in the dust, they sing a song to us Their march is heavy, are we ready yet? The bullets fall loose through their skin They're swin