[ Featuring Caviar ]
Zombies kiss upon my flesh
Disintegrating there's nothing left
As they chase a dying breath
My humanity has not been kept
Zombies kiss upon my flesh
Disintegrating there's nothing left
As they chase a dying breath
My humanity has not been kept
We will pillage, we will repeat
Smothered in the grim night shadows
And the howling of your deceit
A thousand marching pens
Waiting for a canvas
Can you explain the accident
The march of flesh has silenced
Crowds and crowds, some we pick off
The bodies mountain, it won't pay off
Priests and infants, the list goes on
Entree' energy, demon respawn
Torn my flesh, from mortal bone, the insects burrow
My sternum they call home
The stench of carcasses it will not leave
Just one more scratch bite and imp diseased
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The open wound upon my neck, I ask myself what time is left
The chase is on their after me, a plague of death fed on the living
The mindless hunt, the mindless gather, the mindless hunt, the mindless scatter
Negatives and positives trying to drown me the homeless ghosts lies surrounding
Is it that bad living dead? No mind - cause everyone's dying and it's hard to survive
Scale grey skin will flake easily, smell the wounds ravenous and greedily
Unwanted eternity haunting trip, bloodshed moralities will quickly slip
Is this the dead living among me, is this death pure ecstasy
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The open wound upon my neck, I ask myself what time is left
The chase is on their after me, a plague of death fed on the living
The mindless hunt, the mindless gather, the mindless hunt, the mindless scatter
Negatives and positives trying to drown me the homeless ghosts lies surrounding
Zombies kiss upon my flesh
Disintegrating there's nothing left
Some play god experimental puppeteer
Like present day aids they will make plagues
Crowds and crowds, some we pick off
The bodies mountain, it won't pay off
Priests and infants, the list goes on
Entree' energy, demon respawn
Torn my flesh, from mortal bone, the insects burrow
My sternum they call home
The stench of carcasses it will not leave
Just one more scratch bite and imp diseased
Is this the end
Is this the end
Is this the end
One last time
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The open wound upon my neck, I ask myself what time is left
The chase is on their after me, a plague of death fed on the living
The mindless hunt, the mindless gather, the mindless hunt, the mindless scatter
Negatives and positives trying to drown me the homeless ghosts lies surrounding
Is this the plague they clone? Will I ever return home
No, Please, Don't, Stop, The fiends scream
