it looks like the apocalypse out there
From the window that I look through
Load the shotgun and get ready
It's time for you to be removed
You're looking dead
Like everyone else
Playing the role of us
The survivors
If this is catching we could all be dead
But I refuse to be like them
Their God is in their stomach
Consuming
In suspended animation
Only short glimpses show through
In your blood drunk inebriation
Reminders of what you have become
Jesus hates zombies
You are living
But you're not breathing
Jesus hates zombies
Your walk is dead
But forever unstopping
I want to see your brains
On the end of my
Baseball bat, and on the wall
I hope you die
This world does not
Need your kind
You're looking dead
Like everyone else
Playing the role of us
The survivors
If this is catching we could all be dead
But I refuse to be like them
Their God is in their stomach
Consuming
Wake up oh sleeper
Rise from the dead
