Lifeless they are prowling Dark deserted streets Raw are their faces close is their sense of smell
Shadows of the past life Marked their facial expressions Forgotten are emotions And only hunger remains
Silent they are reeling Bodies cold like ice Lost in a dream Bones wrapped out in proud flesh
Aesthetic is the play Of their uncovered sinews Breed of the demised Signs of transistoriness
Deep inside Maggots and gruels have their nests Guts can be The home for a worm-family
They can't remember The names they had once Besides after death Names have no consequence
They won't recognise Parents, children and friends memories are extinguished And only hunger remains Mouldy are their incisors Appearance are deceptive They're able to crunch a thighbone It seems that they don't know compassion Because they would even assault A 3 years old girl in a wheelchair Eager for booty and foaming They rush at everything that moves Believe me their greed knows no bounds One bite of them is enough And you will become one of them You would lose your human nature