By: Kevin Keys
They rise from morgue tables and car crashes
They’ll bite off your face and eat your eyes
They aren’t the creatures of voodoo curses
They’re ravenous bastards that crave human flesh
They’ll bite off your face and eat your I’s
Their lives cut short and death suspended
They’re ravenous bastards that crave human flesh
They’re neither alive nor dead; walking corpses rent free their souls
Their lives cut short and death suspended
They aren’t the creatures of voodoo curses
They’re neither alive nor dead; walking corpses rent free their souls
They rise from morgue tables and car crashes