Zombie

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

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 26, 2026