Horror of the Zombies

Make love to your innards Lick your shredded flesh With relish I fondle This mutilated mess I spill your fucking entrails Nail a spike into your head Shove a sword down your gullet Until you're fucking dead... My dreams ... your nightmares My obsessi

I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac fun... I clean up the toll of the highway mishap Blood and twisted steel are dnine The gore in my hands will be smeared on my love And th

By day I plot the downfall of society I devise devious plans of retribution Night falls and I am out on the streets Distributing my "political contributions"... No restaurant or cafe is safe from my attack I file among the cooks and chiefs From

Wearing the disguise of the working class I use my occupation to fulfill my desires, When you're dead you'll be mine at last You cold, naked body, recently expired How can I resist your sagging breasts? Lain on the table, you smell of sterile death W

Strolling through my boneyard A ghoulish midnight stride A walk among the corpses Fills my heart with pride... A score of screaming victims To me they scream no more Forty or four hundred, I've lost count Buried 'neath the earthen floor... One by one