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