Dawn of the Undead

If we weren’t dead,

we’d tell you that there won’t be any more bloodshed.

But when it gets dark, we wanna chase you around.

Your limbs severed by the crowd,

intestines spread out over the ground,

head devoured by the loud.

I wonder what it would be like to be alive.

I hope you’re not underfed, blood in my mouth bringing me back to life.

If we were still alive,

we’d tell you that there wouldn’t be any more death.

But when the sun rise, we wanna look at the demise.

Bodies spread out over the ground,

Intestines disemboweled by the loud,

Skulls crushed by the running crowd.

I wonder what it’d be like to be alive.

I hope you’re not dead, blood on your face buzzing with flies.