The Zombie shakes my brain.
His words speak of painless pain,
Heartless suffering of the undead.
Pulsing sounds bounce around my head.
His work is far from vein.

I wish to slam with the man who sings
In the back of his monster machine,
Join his ultimate spookshow
And cut a little piece from my ragged soul.
I want to stand with him on devil's wings.

The hunger destroys me.
The need annoys me.
His voice brings life to my corpse.
The evil thoughts purify my source
Of convictions within this reality.

My decaying heart dominates
The perversions within my hateless hate.
Destroying all my dreams,
I let loose a horrid scream
And begin the end of my ultimate fate.