Zombie
Michael Eriksen Briggs, Daniel Emanuelsen
With a world so eager to seal its own fate
By hunting its scarceness with its people as bait
Eaten alive and slaughtered at birth
When there's no more room in hell the dead will walk the earth
Roaming the ruins of their former lives
Killing their children, husbands and wives
The graveyards are drowning in acid rain
Flesh is on their menu and so is your brain
6 feet above on me and you they'll thrive
A walking sack of rotten flesh
That shouldn't be alive
6 years had passed since brother first turned on brother
Now there's no more reason in their hearts
And those in need feed on each other
6 AM you awake to your greatest dread
Now fetch your gun, close your eyes
And point it to your head