Verbage

Zombie Apocalypse Blues
(S. McCorkindale, H.P. Lovecraft, Miss Jones)

Life eclipsed by shadows
Then the morning comes
The dead come for you so load your fucking guns
(Of your bullets I'd save one)

There is death in the clouds
There is fear in the night
The dead in their shrouds
Hail the sins turning flight

From their graves the dead will crawl
Everything that is will fall

My grief knows no bounds
There's no safety in the light
So glad you're gone
Got to send you home
(To the yard of bone and stone)

A bloody red sun stains the dawn
The dead will rise and claim you all

From their graves the dead will crawl
Everything that is will fall