Cold skin clings to my face, more dead than alive. Spend your days without a
trace, fed up with the lies. I'm one of the few undead, I've seen through the
lies, live life hanging by a thread. I'm evil undisguised. Cut the strings

that tie you down, refuse to play the clown. Bite every hand that feeds, make
sure society bleeds. I'm one of the few undead, I've seen through the lie.
Life hanging by a thread, I'm Evil undisguised... Do you know how it feels,
staring down the barrel of a gun, everyday more or less the same, just a wait
'til your days are done, work your fingers to the bone, grind your body
underneath the stone, stains of red flash across your back, seize the power to
return the attack... If you wonder what drove me insane, take a look at my
scars. They go deeper than the skin, so with a gun I'm back to win. I'm one of
the few undead, I've seen through the lie. Life hanging by a thread, I'm Evil
undisguised...