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Zombie Famine

The dead are walking upright

The living lie and lie

Before the glowing altar

Where reason came to die

Where seasoned Ebeneezers

Compelled us all to buy

To please the cheesy creeds

Create the needs to mollify

Feeding greed when people bleed

Breeds the need to horrify

Deceased exceeders plead

Misleaders tend to stupefy

As always focus feeds

On the who and never why

Remove the human element

And friends can terrify

Especially when dear friends

As dead friends still drop by

It’s a zombie famine

Unholy fuck

Brain eaters round here

Are shit outa luck

Now everybody’s scared

They’s returning from the grave

Guns and teeth are bared

Lawdy, zombies misbehave

Martial law’s declared

Ain’t no home or free or brave

No one to be spared

No one even worth to save

Hungry like the living

We know gray matter’s sweet

Think we’re safe cause they won’t

Have anything to eat

It’s a zombie famine

Unholy fuck

Brain eaters round here

Are shit outa luck

Running all around

Stinky and quite dead

Disjointed up body

Decomposing head

Bellow for some brains

Find heads to chew through

No need for concern

That they’ll contract Kuru

Looking for a little

Neocortex mastication

Most brains round these parts

Are on permanent vacation

It’s a zombie famine

Unholy fuck

Brain eaters round here

Are shit outa luck

They’ll have to get some take out

Order in to save some time

Zombies attain sustenance

Only in a thoughtful clime

Where rancor drives expression

Regardless what one thinks

It feeds mental regression

The brain necessarily shrinks

Before too long reduction

To naught but an appetizer

Embracing our destruction

Devolving into fertilizer

When the dead come calling

No need left for indignation

Our state is so appalling

They’ll just redie from starvation

It’s a zombie famine

Unholy fuck

Brain eaters round here

Are shit outa luck

It’s a zombie famine

Unholy fuck

Brain eaters round here

Are shit outa luck

© 2010

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