The Fortunate Ones Lyrics

Welcome to paradise

When we bury our dead

They all come back to life

No longer men

Don't pity the dead

They come for me

No comfort for humanity

If survival was the consolation

Can't say that I'm grateful

They, Coming for our flesh

Coming for the feast of our bones That they prize from the fallen

We, Running without rest

Running out of time and of hope for a cure to this poison

I did, I tried to conquer death

I tried to find a way to preserve

All the live that were stolen

Hate, always with a plan

Always finds a way to consume

And corrupt our compassions

Don't wake the fury of the dead

Don't wake the fury of the dead

The first to die where the fortunate ones

The first to die

The first to die where the fortunate ones

Save me from my fate

Flame, all else seems to fail

Nothing seems to cut through the shell of these living nightmares

Pain, never living well

Nothing left to give or to gain from this hell I'm living

The first to die where the fortunate ones

The first to die

The first to die where the fortunate ones

The first to die where the fortunate ones

The first to die where the fortunate ones

Don't wake the fury of the dead

Don't wake the fury of the dead

Don't wake the fury of the dead

Don't wake the fury of the dead