The Living and the Dead - Fr/action & Finsta

Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart Now god is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead Manifesto You never read the lines Manifesto from a festival Preparing every night Another show for the living Suffered and crafty people The truth is where they are In trance, get into it You are still looking for What you had there at all times You call it, true will And now I ask you to wear the skin of the conqueror... Dance with the dead All I can give you are these rhymes I wrote for you They are not from heaven. Dead music for the living takes my heart That heart is Dead It's Dead, It's Dead, It's Dead

This one goes out to the non-believers And night crawlers and coffin cheaters For the most lucid of dreamers It's hard to conceive of the terrifying scenes Behold the death wheelers Cat eyes lit, headlights full beam The car tires screeches They blew his mind as he went through the windscreen Blood-curdling screams Possessed speed demons, who do as they please Disturbing the peace Terrorizing locals, eluding police Mob Deep waged war on the streets Throwing up horns for the mark of the beast Unleashed outlaw bike fiends Who weave among the trees at breakneck speed Back at home, what they saying at the séance? And what's the payoff when you're meddling with chaos? Invoke spirits for your mother to converse with Dark devil arts and amphibian worship! Totally worth it Fully immersed, they neglecting the curse Poltergeist, afterlife ventriloquist Frog amulet, supernatural abilities Paranormal activities Children of the stones, bezzin' 'round seven witches Just a gang of delinquents Ripping up souls and scaring you shitless Maximus Leopardus Found while making out in the graveyard, kid Always been foolhardy The Prince of Darkness on a weaponized triumph Zombified, leader of the pack Leather-clad clan made a suicide pact But you've got to believe And ride free on that sweet machine Struck a deal like your man Johnny Blaze Rev'd up his engine and popped out the grave Like the prophecy said The back of his jacket read, "The living dead"

(Bring out your dead) (Bring out your dead) (Bring out your dead) (Bring out your dead) Invaders came on phantom ships Sailed the Black Sea west to Sicily, yeah, yeah The sick, the dying, and the dead All that was left from this cursed disease, yeah, yeah It was the fleas onboard that bit infected Rats got blood inside of the fleas, yeah, yeah Soon the ghost ships tied up to the docks The path of the plague was complete, yeah, yeah The sweet smell of roses, a pocketful of posies You can't mask the fragrance of death in their beds There's typhus in the air, and ashes everywhere Amongst the sick, the dying, and the dead Feral creatures feasting on the dead Devour rancid human meat, yeah, yeah Death and sickness permeate their bones Rich or poor, they're dragged through the streets, yeah, yeah Open up your eyes, so you can see All the sick, the dying, and the dead Die, die, die Die, die, die Die, die, die Die, die, die The sick, the dying, and the dead

Now we live in desperate times Standing ground, behind the lines Watch my back, obey the signs Can't avoid the futile crimes Laws will pass, so laws will break Pay the price for one mistake What you've earned, someone will take Realize the games we make Life's short, and time will fly Years pass before our eyes Stand now, and wonder why Crime pays, and then you die Things change, but in the end Fair play cannot contend Believe you will ascend Crime pays, I can't pretend