In my eyes I'm not lazy In my face it's not over In your room I'm not older In your eyes I'm not worth it Gimme back my alcohol, gimme back my alcohol
This pit of zombies My doom is here Pit of zombies Chasm teeming with undead Their jaws await me A gruesome end the pit of zombies Reanimated to devour
It was last night on the midnight train back home I ran into this one yet unfamiliar tone I know I should have known It was last night I knew I should
little children things that never should be seen People watching, no one's talking, rotting out the brain Hypnotize, mesmerize, just enough to drive you insane Plasma zombie
no representation of my voice your prescription set to destory our persistence to boycott silent partners you know we are not we are the signs of the
the zombie Stabbing you to fucking death Revenge of the zombie Hacking eyes right from your face Revenge of the zombie I feed upon your dying brain Revenge of the zombie
pain zombie executioner experimenting on dead bodies abuse of the corpse strength through the flesh the undead flesh enlightens me zombie executioner
With contamination comes fever: The disease is at its worst. Teeth missing, Beyond repair, Fragile flesh falling away. With fever, with virus comes the
There's no time. If your decisions include regret. Then it's already too late. There's no time. As clumsy as these beasts may be. Their mass numbers make
reached the new world wasteland. Population converted: One by one (one by one), thousands upon thousands. Like scavengers on waste, like vultures on the sick, zombies
I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm, Just along the outskirts of a small city. Like most that have made it this far, I live off of
Science has become a childa??s game. There is no solution to bring away this plague. .... No remedies have been discovered. The cure is a shotgun, the
Les Zombies et les Loups-Garous (the)Zombies (the) and Were-wolves Voyez-vous les zombies la ? do you see the zombies (over) there ? Les zombies et
So call the neighbor kids, the trash can lids, with buckets on their heads, cause i'm telling you, we're gonna need a little help tonight so hey man,
Unlike the devil I?ve never seen the face of god Sweet Mr. Jesus Infected on my skin Demons surround you I'm crawlin' on the ground Shame for another
{Superstition now at channels here} Dead I am the one Exterminate his son Slipping through the trees Strangling the breeze Dead I am the sky Watchin
Shriek the lips Across the ragged tongue Convulsing together Sing violently And move the jaw Cry aloud Bound up the dead Triumphantly The ragged they
Halloween is coming, you have to get ready We are counting on you to bring us home this year I won't let you down I know you won't, baby A white horse