Misfits - Hunting Humans - Sözleri

Upon this thresh-hold of disaster

The birth of the eleventh plague

The fires burn at night,I begin to doubt

-The Smell of flesh-will ever fade away



The touch of Death is all around us

A thousand corpses block our way

A man-made germ makes almost everyone-

commit suicide

Just to rise and eat their dead

Night of the Living Dead



We're hunting humans

We're hunting humans

We're hunting humans

It's killing time everyday



I can't control this eerie feeling

An evil screaming in my ear

I don't think I'll last the night,

there is no cure for this genocide

Or ressurection of the dead

Night of the Living Dead....



We're hunting humans

We're hunting humans

We're hunting humans

It's killing time everyday










		
			



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