Picking decay, from the polyps, that are covering your face,
Pity the way, your hand, just fell off today,
Stumbling around in a town, where you used to get down,
Watching for someone to show up, that still has some brains!

Tired of lurking in the darkness,
It hurts to much to see the light,
But you are dead, & moving on,
And there are folks to kill tonight!

And with some luck & time,
Some schmuck that's left behind, whoa,
Someone told him not to run,
He's got a loaded gun!


Well, you moan & you hum,
'Cause it's really no fun to be stinking,
Chasing around, some poor schmo that once was your friend,
He won't be the same, & you'll be to blame,
'Cause you bit him,
Rotting of flesh, & what the hell's up with that breath?!

Every limb is getting shorter,
Covered more & more with slime,
Unless your skull is squarely shot,
You'll rise again, time after time.

Mangling bodies prior to digestion is the only way,
Their life is gone,
They'll be a rover,
Another zombie on the way!

Nome,
To start again,
Alaska has a haven clan,
The uninfected quarantine expired,
The entire Resident Evil team got fired!

Milla J.,
Has made some deals,
To rescue people from this hell,
You follow their scent on the breeze,
To chew into their craniums as well....