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The Misfits
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Hunting Humans
Upon this threshold of disaster The birth of the eleventh plague The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning flesh Will ever fade away
The touch of death is all around us A thousand corpses block our way A man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide Just to rise and eat their dead Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans We're hunting humans We're hunting humans 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 It's killing time every day
I can't control this eerie feeling An evil screaming in my head I don't I'll last the night There is no cure For this genocide Or resurrection of the dead Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans...
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