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The day has come when the dead have risen, apocalypse is sharpening its scythe
No longer living and past forgiving you can see it in the black of their eyes
The rotting flesh of their former faces, resemblance lacking little to none
And the awful moan as they shamble home is the first of all the nightmares to come

Better get on the run
Better get out your gun
Better look towards the sun, ‘cause there ‘aint no mercy tonight

The desperate hunger that fills their souls, a craving that can never be slaked
Unnamed virus that drives them on, searching for a mouthful of brains
Just one bite from their bloody maws, another zombie shortly be born
And the distant reek of decaying meat creeps across the merciless morn

Better get on the run
Better get out your gun
Better look towards the sun, ‘cause there ‘aint no mercy tonight

Gotta destroy, gotta destroy, gotta destroy the brain…

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Eric Kiefer - Wordsmith and Troubadour Rutherford, New Jersey

Eric Kiefer is an award-winning writer, modern-day troubadour and 15-year factotum. Learn more about the artist and download awesome stuff at www.TheKiefer.com

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