Don't Dead Open Inside Songtext
von Septa

Dead
Coming up dead
Contamination
Stab
After the stab
Decapitation
Wave
Over the wave
The fall of nation
Dead
Everyone′s dead

The bodies are rising from the ground
That were considered dead


The living dead had taken more from us than land and loved ones
They'd robbed us of our confidence as the planet′s dominant life form
We were a shaken, broken species
Driven to the edge of extinction
And grateful only for tomorrow
With perhaps a little less suffering than today
Was this the legacy we would leave our children
A level of anxiety and self-doubt not seen
Since our simian ancestors cowered in the tallest trees?
What kind of world would they rebuild?
Would they rebuild at all?
Could they continue to progress
Kowing that they would be powerless to reclaim their future?
And what if that future saw another rise of the living dead?
Would our descendants rise to meet them in battle
Or simply crumple in meek surrender
And accept what they believe to be their inevitable extinction?
For this alone, we had to reclaim our planet
We had to prove to ourselves that we could do it
Aand leave that proof as this war's greatest monument
The long, hard road back to humanity
Or the regressive ennui of Earth's once-proud primates
That was the choice, and it had to be made now

Use your head
Cut off theirs

Stab them
Stop them
Somebody stop them
Go on and stab them
Stop them
Stab them