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Ripping off your head Sucking out your eyes Tearing all the muscle from your jaw Smashing in your

"This body may incriminate; I move that we incinerate. It's best that we remove all trace Of

I'm Detecting Vital Signs Thank Fucking God There's Somebody Still Alive Rush Him Straight Into

Back from the dead, goin' to the show I can't feel my pulse but I'm still gonna go I'm

Secret research results in success A serum that will wake the dead Insert the needle in the vein

Holed up in the warehouse Zombies all around Situation's desperate, but look what I have found

Let's go hang at the graveyard Dressed up, nowhere to go We'll smoke pot and dance on the

Now It's Twenty Twenty-Five The Dead Arise To Claim Your Life The TV Says It's Martial Law

Will You Always Haunt Me Shall I Never Lay You To Rest Apparition Fatal To Me Now And On The Day When

The pain of being dead, a suffering you would not believe A half-life dwelt in hell, no mortal mind could ever

I, bokor, dealer of death The zombi will rise at my behest With venom of ocean I'll send you to your

Most Beautiful Of Accidents, These Flowers Of Disease Pestilence Unfurling In Uncanny Poetry Invisible

Nightmare grimace seen Glimmering through swell Shadow under water Closer through this veil Zombie

A mind of rage A face of hate A need to kill and mutilate Compulsive drive Burning inside I

Brother Repent And You'll Be Saved Rejoicing In This Killing Pain Suffering Is The Path To Grace