Hit the dead for they won't listen
Hit the dead for they don't know
Hit the dead they're all imprisoned
Hit the dead before they go
Dead are living without stress
Dead are living with control
Dead are living without effort
Dead are living without a soul
Mute decisons, deep incisions
Cut the flesh and look inside
You'll see nothing, they're all empty
Nothing there, not much to hide
Shake the head and nothing rattles
Open eyes and see their stare
Eat their words not good consumption
Witness functions they don't care
Hit the dead
Hit the dead
Hit the dead
Hit the dead
Mute decisons, deep incisions
Cut the flesh and look inside
You'll see nothing, they're all empty
Nothing there, not much to hide
See the dead and feel their bodies
Touch the dead they are so cold
Srr the dead obeying orders
Watch the dead do as they're told
Walking slowly, no direction
Got no purpose, must obey
Dead exist in large proportions
Dead exist but don't decay
Hit the dead
Hit the dead
Hit the dead
Hit the dead

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