Day Of The Dead Lyrics - Singles - Project Deadman

They say that when there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. 

This is the Day of the Dead 

Nuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead 

They say there's no rest for the wicked it's the day of the dead 

They say that life is self inflicted on the day of the dead 

The devil disguised himself as God it's the day of the dead 

(Prozak) 

They slowly change we walk the earth in search of happiness 

Eternal bliss coincides with peace on earth and no conflicts 

Think about this life that you call hell and all those things it means 

Inside your mind is where you find them screams and broken dreams 

Blast rights tell all these people how you livin 

Call it Karma 10 fold some out to call it sinnin 

Despite your belief 3 sixes are the mark of the beast 

The dead increase Project Deadman walks among the deceased 

Bodies crawlin from mud victims tainted with blood 

Murder victims ressurected from shallow graves in the woods 

You thoughts you had it all figured out 

When you was young and though you'd never see the day that you faded out 

But it's apon us like prophecies of Nostradamus 

Truth hurts when it's on us death and disease is chronic 

Day of the dead bloodshed don't be misled 

Don't be afraid of the shadpw that's cast apon your death bed 

Nuthin to fear but your religion on the day of the dead 

Controls if you judge and then you burn it's the day of the dead 

The evil apon you is what you're preachin on the day of the dead 

The hatred towards others is what you're teachin it's the day of the dead 

(Prozak) 

Ravens circle above the sky turns green 

45 seconds of life try to figure out what the fuck it means 

A fixiation of your soul emerged in misery 

Trying to find someone to blame for life's conspiracies 

Judgement wicked is apon us Judgement it is ahead 

Judgement it is the device that's built inside your head 

Self destruction or self afliction fact or fiction 

Emaculate conception or Chrtists crucifiction 

Your eyes bleed on bent knees you pray 

2 roads collide like suicide the crossroads you lay 

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust 

Rest in Peace mother fucker confession will make your soul crush 

Nuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead 

They say there's no rest for the wicked it's the day of the dead 

They say that life is self inflicted on the day of the dead 

The devil disguised himself as God it's the day of the dead