Testo Far from Alive - JT Music feat. Andrea Storm Kaden
Testo della canzone Far from Alive (JT Music feat. Andrea Storm Kaden), tratta dall'album Far from Alive
My first shift on the job, I picked a cold night
Small-town kid, future looking so bright (Yeah right)
Did bring your "A" game rookie? Hold tight
Welcome to the big city - hope the people don't bite (Get back!)
Racoon hit a blackout - get your own lights
It's an apocalypse, don't go down with no fight (Uh!)
I'm not too bothered by blood, just wipe my coat dry (Ugh!)
Hello end times, goodbye old life
Buckle up, hit the road, muzzle up, lock and load
Count my shots, ammo's always runnin' low
These streets are really gonna need a deep clean
In addition to a functioning precinct
Since I'm new to the force, better earn some respect
Get to purging infected, to serve and protect
'Cause everywhere I turn is the scourge of the dead
When I put a bullet in 'em, make sure it's the head
Runnin' out of time, I can make it through this hell
No one's sending backup - take a breath and tell myself
That when I wake tomorrow, I'll know it's all in my head
Last night I just dreamed that I walked with the dead
The end is starting tonight
Got no more stars in our sights
We could all be gone by the time
There comes another sunrise
Deep in the dark, you can't hide
Don't fear the bark, just the bite
Even if we are to survive
I'm feelin' far from alive
I'm done with undergrad, I'll study undead now
Zombies started this party, I gotta get down
Can I weather this ugly infested town?
No umbrella will ever cover up this mess now
Learn to dance in the rain - steady hand, steady aim
Knock 'em dead or Redfield ain't my name
Careful where I place my trust, my brother was betrayed
No luck with helicopters? Oughta find another way
To escape this place which I can't say I'll miss
The stench of decay is enough to make me sick
Even though I love my country, call myself a patriot
Don't forget, nobody's getting paid to babysit
When you hear some hella heavy footstep comin'
If it doesn't sound human you should do some runnin'
2nd amendment arguments aren't gonna plummet
Pick up a gun or you'll end up in something's stomach
Runnin' out of time, I can make it through this hell
No one's sending backup - take a breath and tell myself
That when I wake tomorrow, I'll know it's all in my head
Last night I just dreamed that I walked with the dead
This nightmare we're fightin'
Half-dead yet far from dyin'
Won't stop us from tryin'
Near death but far from dyin'
Runnin' out of time, I can make it through this hell
No one's sending backup - take a breath and tell myself
That when I wake tomorrow, I'll know it's all in my head
Last night I just dreamed that I walked with the dead
Feelin' far from alive (But far from dyin')
Feelin' far from alive (But far from dyin')
Feelin' far from alive (But far from dyin')
Feelin' far from alive (But far from dyin')
Credits
Writer(s): John Gelardi, Timothy Ames
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