Making darkness out of light
Now you’re living in Zombie Paradise
Now we’ve taken back control
The Agency will need your soul
Do you really want to do this
Do you really want to test me
Ah, you’re just another idiot
Another pound shop Crowley
The best thing that I ever stuck
Was to stop you people punching up
Do you really want to do this
Will you really take me on
When the forests are on fire
And the ecosystem’s gone
Burning world and dying light
Now you’re living in Zombie Paradise
I told you more than once
Jesus only saves
In fairytales on crumbled scrolls
In Middle Eastern caves
Too easy for me, word is that
You just aren’t fun these days
The truth is with the loudest -
For the righteous, only graves
“Oh Lord” you sing
“I pray to thee; your servant.
Come and save me”.
Did you think to ask yourself
What has that motherfucker done for you lately?
Making darkness out of light
Now you’re living in Zombie Paradise
Burning world and dying light
Now you’re living in Zombie Paradise
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