The zombies will make their way
across the nation they will make their stay
seizing power and endless reign
forcing you to vomit as you pray

I can't help you, just let the anger rise until they come
I'm not a mule, I don't have fuel to run
This is not the place for me to run and hide to
you are not the people I have come to rescue

~This place
is tearing me apart
my face
is crumbling
This place
is shedding tears that won't stop
my face
is going, going, gone

Break me down again
I will walk along the way
swing harder, hit their chins
an epidemic will turn the tables

I am all out of recollection
I can't remember what to do
hand me an idea to think about
at least make up one or two

I don't feel so good right about now
they are knocking at my door
I'm in my gardne in the backyard
I can feel them coming closer