to pay for this Now that we?re left here on our own There is nowhere left to turn Who will see me through? Your heroes are dead They were all in you
willing to give it up It's all the same It's the dawn of the dead It's the dawn of the dead It's the dawn of the dead And the forces of evil marched
throw on Blitz's "New Age" Doin' it for the kids on the street Head out, looking for escape No luck, maybe that's just fate We're on a dead end pace
The blue pill opens your eyes Is there a better way A new religion prescribed To those without the faith The hero holding a knife And blood is not enough
mastered mannn In the hood I'm like plastic mannn! Streeetcchh... Fantastic mannn, I make the money come faster mannn! Yeah... [Verse 1:] Your favorite bad guys gone! - The Joker's dead
When I wake, I see you Lying there on the bathroom floor With foam lips, a black kiss Your dead hero and now myth The way you look so nice We'll save
ready to all meet God? Bart’s Killers Holding hands Do not fight the odds Try to make ’em sick drink up Be merry and be dead Murder The Zero Hero Some
gonna be mine [Chorus:] Who's there to save the hero When she's left all alone And she's crying out for help. Who's there to save the hero Who's there
Crowded streets are cleared away One by one Hollow heroes separate As they run You're so cold Keep your hand in mine Wise men wonder while Strong
Look in a mirror! In you there is a feature! You other! Black eyes, dead gesture! You are fine! The task is given to you. Do not throw it.Do not throw
a pit Covered with a corpse and the blood and the shit How does it feel to have a gun at your head When you know that you'd be much better off dead Looking
you're dead It's not sad when you're gone But when your light's still on Your wings won't let you fly Don't be dead before you die Hunger until fed give
I'll open up my head awhile Its been dead for years Must've been a victim of my peers One is for my happiness The other for my health The last is
1969 My name is no one The long lost son Born on the 4th of July Raised in the era of heroes and cons That left me for dead or alive I am a nation A
bitch, with a hooker’s body Cause it ain’t nuttin but a trap And females’ll get jacked and kidnapped You’ll wind up dead Just to be safe don’t wear no
[Birdman] Yeah Cash Money Heroes Private Jets Polish, fly [Chorus - Kevin Rudolf] I look up to the sky And now the World is mine Ive known it
into the sky Borne by Valkyries we Valiant Dead Into the Hall of Heroes shall be led Ride down from Asgard To the battlefield Bringer of the Valiant Dead