For now they sleep six feet under the ground
Concealed from humanity, buried away
Each corpse, waiting to be awaken
Waiting to consume
Absorbent media sponges, you are the propagated masses
Never thinking for yourself
But when the summoning is complete
These sheep will soon learn, because
The brain dead will be devoured by the undead
As my darkest of fantasies becomes a reality
We'll take this nation and this corrupt world
Now open up your eyes
And rise
This land of the weak and home of the slave
Now swarmed by the very beast they were doomed to be
Not even death will save you from this
Not even death will save you from us
Not even death will save you from this
Not even death will save you from us
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