We live in a house surrounded by zombies, They try to break the walls, Our life is an escape attempt. Our cocoon is now a prison. Each night, we hear lost souls crying they wander through black corridors exploring these dark caves. There's thousand faces. We live in a house surrounded by zombies, They try to break the walls, Our life is an escape attempt. Morning comes and madness tears. Burning the garden like in a tribal rite they rub it in with stainless steel words Insanity has its face. We live in a house surrounded by zombies, They try to break the walls, Our life is an escape attempt. Nails scratching the door, they're watching us through the peephole. We speak quietly, we live in silence so we don't wake up the monsters. Please don't wake up the monsters. We live in a house surrounded by zombies, They try to break the walls, Our life is an escape attempt.
