ZOMBIELAND from Voices by Youngest of Six

Gasoline to get their attention
Strike a match do they feel the tension
Set fire maybe now they listen
Wish they would believe I wish they would believe me

Walk tall, head low, hands out
Marching to the rhythm of the crowd
Unaware unable to find out
They are being used abused

Disease taking over your brain
Vision blur until you become one of them

Working like a freak on a leash
They forget they have authority
Compliant with what they're told to be
Not right in the head slave until there dead

Infection sets in slowly
Turning them into the unholy
So numb to their senses
Dead to the rest of us

Hello, is anyone there
If you can hear me, listen closely

Only way to survive is to fight
No don't hide you won't make it our alive
I know you may think it will be alright
But chances are you won't live through the night

Got these demons all on me
Try to feast on my body
Chasing me through the building
I can smell them there rooting

If I scream will they hear me
There dead eyes so unyielding
I don't think that they ever stop

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