The Breathing Dead lyrics
The Breathing Dead
Roosevelt’s secret lab
Something’s gone bad
They look just like you and me
Some drive cars,
Some play guitars,
In their quasi demi-humanity
Mirror to their face
They still respirate
The Breathing Dead, the Breathing Dead
Coming after you
There’s nothing you can do
The Breathing Dead, the Breathing Dead
Some are on meth,
But they all equal death
Slaying us all with their hideous coffin breath
Stab them with a knife
They’ll still play the fife
It’s the end of your living life
Mirror to their face
They still respirate
The Breathing Dead, the Breathing Dead
Coming after you
There’s nothing you can do
The Breathing Dead, the Breathing Dead
Breathing, Breathing, Breathing, Breathing, Breathing Dead