The Undead Will Feast

Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds at the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wise men of old Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead The dead a-wake; what the populace is fearing Panic strikes as the nations run in fear Oceans boil with blood of human victims Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh Psychotic, trans-mutated corpses, usurping the population Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us Tables turn as a victim I've become now State of death only waiting to return Vital signs that show I'm dead This can't happen; I'm rising from my own grave Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual Flesh becomes my only crave of this live Unthinking state, a state of metamorphosis Seeking food to keep me dead Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for his terror Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each kill Seeking human victims to meet my fill Cannibal I've become, what's happened to my brain? Feast on the corpse, suck out his brain As its fluids drip down the drain Chew on the bones, drink from its bladder The vile stench only makes me madder In through the mouth, out the forehead Brains fall out, skin turns red Violent surge, a spear through the skull Felt the urge, now my heart's full I crave gore; I'll eat your guts I love gore, blood drives me nuts I drink blood; I don't like water Intestines my cud, I feast in the slaughter Twist its neck, make it crack Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh Psychotic, trans-mutated corpses, usurping the population Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us Blood I want to drink, I want to suck Brains I want to eat; the rest I'll chuck Bones into a spear; I'll carve and kill Hunger for the quest I'll never fill I crave gore; I'll eat your guts