Village People of the Damned

One injection, one infection One injection and the dead are resurrected One injection, one infectionm, feasting on the dead Now there is nowhere left for me to run The armies af the dead come Breaking into my place Their teeth tearing into my face My blood's now starting to drain The changes have started in my brain Awakening as one of them now, killing as I only know how Staggering, wandering, bludgeoning, murdering, tearing, and feeding on tissue and flesh My insides and instincts are hungering and thirsting for people with which I can eat and infect Smearing and smarming and coating whilst laughing my body and clothes in their blood and their bite Eating and munching on flesh is disgusting but hunger won't go so I kill to survive One by one the dead arise and stagger around looking for somewhere to feed Our numbers grow as people change and start chewing on each other's meat Searching more for victims to gnaw and nibble on to get the strength that we need Figthting to taste the few that remain before there's nothing left to eat Infected now there is nowhere else for them to left to run Our army has gathered the undead have come Breaking into their blocked off boarded up places My teeth begin to tear away at their terrified faces Warm feelings inside as their blood starts to drain Their changes have started soon they'll rise just the same Hunting for food that's not there like us in vain One by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead Searching more for victims to nibble for strenght, but we search and find no one left awake To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead Because one by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead