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