Verse 1A
The Hateful Dead have risen out the grave.
They’ve come back to feast upon your flesh.
The apocalypse is now.

Verse 1B
Bleed it out. Bleed it out.
Can’t you see them haunting you?

Verse 1C
I see the dead walk every single day.
Outcast, outlaws, rabid packs of apes.
Fighting for slops in the dirt.

Pre-Chorus
They want to make you just like them.
Because the dead will always hate the living.
Useless, soulless, worthless and empty.
The dead will walk in this hell, hell, hell, hellhole.

Chorus
Primal darkness, vicious fervor.
Ruby to red, purple to black.
Abyssal shades, unmasked in the wastes.
Pile of bones, discarded skulls.
So completely numb. Undone and incomplete.
This dreadful blackened night, so suddenly a crypt.
I dance at the grave that you emptied.
Sever back your wrists. Amputate your limbs.
None can end their hunger.
And through none shall they live again.

Verse 2A
The end of great humanity is already here.
Like a spreading virus, watch us disappear.
Aching alone, surrounded by crowds.

Verse 2B
Deny. I defy. I’m not dead like you.

Verse 2C
Hollow words, bleeding words, you’ve all become a victim.
Preyed upon, swallowed down, you’ve bought that fucking lie.
I’m watching you turn before my eyes.

Bridge A
They’re dead. Dead. They’re Dead.
They’re the Hateful Dead
Torn by incompletion, they all regret their lives.
Let them fucking starve. Let them feed the Earth.
Sing their songs of glass. They’re broke beyond repair.
Infected and undead, I’ll never buy a word.
They speak out for all their pain.
A great cathedra of squealing beasts.
They’ll feast upon your sanity with blood and shame and sins yet to be paid.
They’re dead. Dead.
They’re the Hateful Dead.

Bridge B
The world is full of bleeding gutters,
That offer purpose to those who cannot find their own.

Bridge C
In that gutter of useless paragons,
Is the great injustice that men mistake for God.
Crying out in bleeding lines for one last birth.
One last birth. One last birth.
Crawling and breaking through their cannibal divides.
Crying out to live, live again,
in the broken glass of their wasted life.

Verse 3A
And so the dead remain, whoring out the Earth.
To draw upon your flesh, and rape your sense of worth.
And now the great hunger is yours.

Verse 3B
The moon is full, the mirror black, reflection staring back.
The empty eyes of worthlessness where pain is all you had.
A darkened void, nothing left , feasted flesh. The ghosts that line your steps.
A haunted Jesus that never wept.