Undead Lyrics - Tad Morose

Empty shelves, hollow corridors A daunting smell, never felt before 

Compassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anyway 

A strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I force 

the needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on... 

Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turns 

It's not fair, it's not fair undead