Living Dead

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 There's the food, there's the bread
 What more could I need?
 It's in my head, I've heard it said
 But still my spirit bleeds
 I need life blood
 I'm old enough to see the lies
 The world is so confused
 We play the game, it's called success
 I'm thoroughly amused
 I still need life blood
 CHORUS
 Ironic as it might seem to your head
 Some people think they're alive
 They're only living dead
 I am a man, I'm made from dust
 I breathe and live and die
 And through the door painted by death
 You're going to fail or fly
 You need life blood
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 I am a man, I'm made from dust
 I breathe and live and die