My hair is coming off in clumps, my skin is lying on the floor
The news said not to breathe the air, so I went and got a whore
I said to nibble on my neck, but she tore my throat instead
And now I’m one of them, a member of the living dead
This pain never eases, or ceases to be
Except when you’re seizing and beginning to bleed
I’m a beast underneath all the blood and the clothes
Leftovers hang off my face from those who seek to oppose
The survival rate is zero, disease is everywhere
Grab you by the seams, bite down and tear
Splatter grey-matter like you don’t even care
Accepted it already, “there’s no person in there!”
I can’t say that you’re wrong, a creatures what I am
So go ahead and bury these bullets in your friends
Don’t even pretend, you’ll all survive in the end
It’s either one or none, son, Romero started the trend

Laura:
Feasting on your brains
So juicy and delicious
I am finally free from pain
When I eat your hopes and wishes
Feasting on your brains
So juicy and delicious
I am finally free from pain
When I eat your hopes and wishes

There’s no truth to the claims,
We rose up from the graves
There’s no merit to the rumor
It’s a parasitic tumor
Infection, no protection,
Unexpected insurrection
Not to mention apprehension
Caused by sudden dissection

Flesh pulled from your body sustains my form for several days
But I’m starting to swell, and I’m rotten in the face
But still I need to eat more, all I need to do is consume
Picture you, missing limbs in your safety room
There’s no way to survive, when only death can thrive
And the dead want to eat everyone that’s left alive
The naysayers of the grave, we resist the temptation
Of the forces of nature, because we’re now aligned with Satan
Knights in his service, we shamble with purpose
To perforate you, preferably, upon your epidermis
Cease and desist, we’re deceased and we’re pissed
We’re forming an army and we seek to enlist
Every Dick and Jane, every boy and girl the same
The only pre-rec is you got a fuckin’ brain
I’ll show you your insides, before you expire
And all the sucka zom-bies should call me sire


Laura:
Feasting on your brains
So juicy and delicious
I am finally free from pain
When I eat your hopes and wishes
Feasting on your brains
So juicy and delicious
I am finally free from pain
When I eat your hopes and wishes

There’s no truth to the claims,
We rose up from the graves
There’s no merit to the rumor
It’s a parasitic tumor
Infection, no protection,
Unexpected insurrection
Not to mention apprehension
Caused by sudden dissection