Besedila: Instilled. Unfinished Buisness. Slow Motion Hate.

When hell is full the dead will walk the earth
And for all for all its worth
We gotta start crackin zombie bones
They draw their crosses in the dark when were alone

Hiding in the blankets of your bed
Was it ever really safe to rest your head
Are we just praying with the dead

Coming up from the underground
Grabbing your ankles and pulling you down
Where all the spiders and snakes reside
Its then you realize god was just a lie

When hell is full the dead will walk the earth
And for all for all its worth we gotta kill the messengers of christ
No zombie fuck is gunna take away my life

Theyre coming for you brains
But no halo will replace your name