NØ - Bread Dead | Текст песни

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One, two, three, four, Where are you?
I am coming just for you!
Five, six, seven, eight
No one knows that you are dead

One, two, three, four, Walking dead
They will come inside your head
Five, six, seven, eight
Don't pick up the spoiled bread

Trust no one
Trust no one

Bloody carpet in your room
That's the sign that you are doomed
Told you not to eat the bread
Now they're deep inside your head

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