March of the Dead

"Darkness devours the sky as we near the last hour. We wait as they rise, for the march of the dead, dead, dead, dead, dead . . ."

Bite Your Teeth

Bite your own teeth

Bite your own teeth

Don’t cry just bite your own

Bite your own teeth

Bite your own teeth

Don’t cry just bite your own

Don’t cry

Keep on trying

Don’t cry

Keep on trying to bite

Don’t cry

Keep on trying

Don’y cry

Keep on

trying to

Bite

Bite your own teeth, bite your own teeth

Don’t ever ever cry just bite your own

Bite your own teeth, bite your own teeth

Don’t ever ever cry just bite your own

Bite your own teeth

Bite your own teeth

Don’t cry just bite your own

Bite your own teeth

Bite your own teeth

Don’t cry just bite your own

Don’t cry

Keep on trying

Don’t cry

Keep on trying to bite

Don’t cry

Keep on trying

Don’y cry

Keep on

trying to

Bite

Creeps are creeping

Teeth are sinking

Into my teeth

Go! - No!

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