A planet’s dead and filled with zombies
We rot our flesh with every breath
How pitiful this horrid haunting
When waking life becomes too daunting
And fear is holding hands with death
A planet’s dead and filled with zombies
Lives grow weak when need is taunting
We lie, and reach for shallow depths
How pitiful this horrid haunting
Cold bodies die, yet blood we’re wanting
We roam, a life that never rests.
This planet’s dead, and filled with zombies.
Catastrophe! It creeps upon me
I climb my way to rising crests
How pitiful this horrid haunting
I showered in the tears of mommy
And asked her why she woefully wept.
“A planet’s dead and filled with zombies
how pitiful this horrid haunting”
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