Original lyrics

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The dead, the dead The dead, the dead are coming back to life The dead are coming back to life Does it hurt you to know that It doesn't hurt me at all, at all, at all, at all, at all, at all? Oh, how they love to see the mighty fall Does it make me a bad person That I can't wait for you to see what's coming? Before you know it, they'll send a flood of knives Eager to hit your spine This isn't violence, no, fantasy justice, yeah The world's an empty stage and we're just watching it Spite has become routine Harrowing questions have easier answers There will be hell to pay There will be hell to pay The dead are coming back There will be hell to pay And you'll see what's coming Before you know it, they'll send a flood of knives Eager to hit your spine This isn't violence, no, fantasy justice, yeah The world's an empty stage and we're just watching it Spite has become routine Harrowing questions have easier answers So crack the chest (Crack the chest) Open and operate Tie up the lungs with the debt because there's nothing to save (To save) Send the feet to the fields and the fire Bill the hands, because there's hell to pay Because there's hell to pay Hell to pay So crack the chest (Crack the chest) Open and operate Tie up the lungs with the debt because there's nothing to save Send the feet to the fields and the fire Because there's hell to pay