The same old story's I heard over and over again
Jumping out the window and running though the fence
The world was cosumed by hatred and death
Thinking about the Graves made you sad
You said it wasn't me
Not even my Family
A long time ago they where crazy and mad
But now they are rising from the dead
They where hiding in all the dark places
Full of self-pity they're lying to our faces
They say its not me
Not even my Family
But why we are haunted by the same old Ghost
Do we really think we are not like the most
Every one, should bust the spectre
No one, should be the deads' host