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Why am I so cold?

Why am I searching for blood?

This town is empty of flesh

What am I doing here?

Memories fade, even angels forsake me

Memories die, the thread of life is almost cut

Walking dead, alive outside but dead inside, see what I am

Walking dead, the consciousness I left behind

End of the game

My deepest thoughts, I knew there's no return

I am starving, only my legs have still a purpose

You want to finish me

Loaded gun and scornful look

My last question

Which one of us is the real hunter?

Memories fade, even angels forsake me

Memories die, the thread of life is almost cut

Walking dead, living outside but dead inside, see what I am

Walking dead, the consciousness I left behind

End of the game

At the dawn of the new day, you will wake up

With this faith which animates us

You'll be the beast, nothing else

Now those guns no

Longer have any purpose

Your last question

Which one of us is the prey of predator?

Memories fade, even angels forsake me

Memories die, you've made of me such a

Walking dead

Walking dead

Like a hunted beast

I'm starving

Walking dead