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MISFITS lyrics : "Hunting Humans"

Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning

flesh
Will ever fade away


The touch of death is all around us
A thousand corpses block our way
A man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide

Just to rise and eat their dead
Night of the living Dead...


We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans

It's killing time every day

I can't control this eerie feeling

An evil screaming in my head
I don't I'll last the night
There is no cure

For this genocide
Or resurrection of the dead
Night of the living Dead...


We're hunting humans...

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