My name is carved upon the stone
The sky is darker than I know before
As I see the dark cloud pouring rain
Remembering the memories, just make me feel more than pain
I see my own body
I see my own body
A half moon curved on the sky
Then the shadow start to walk
ON EARTH
Why do we worry about them?
We aren't there anymore
we aren't breath anymore
we are they
we are the walking dead
WE ARE THE WALKING DEAD
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