Текст песни Саша Кладбище - Про зомби

The false prophet spoke
The end of scaring the world
Like rushing around late
Twitch to nothing.

But you have a gun
And I have a machete,
And that means there are chances
Move the plague.

Belma before their eyes
Skin ulcers
Cadaverous stench
Hundreds of hungry snouts.

You curse everything
Just tell me
It is not the Lord himself
He hid us from trouble.

Is it even dear
Whether by the mysterious
We’ll leave, and know
The beast will not catch us.

The blood on your cheek
Hair smells like smoke
I promise we will survive
Only believe.

Cross the cartridge
Take over his care
You see, we broke through
Goals this time.

Crosses are seen for good reason
I painted on the hood
So pray, pray
So push on the gas.

Is it even dear
Whether by the mysterious
We’ll leave, and know
The beast will not catch us.

The blood on your cheek
Hair smells like smoke
I promise we will survive
Only believe.